Lyrics:

Machines have no conscience

Uniform printout reads, 'End of line'
Protect code intact leaves little time
Erratic survey, free thinking not allowed
My hands shake, my push buttons silence the outside crowd

One world government has outlawed war among nations
Now social control requires population termination

Have we come too far to turn around?
Does emotion hold the key?
Is logic just a synonym for this savagery
Disguised in forgotten lost memory?

Microchip logic, have we no more thoughts?
'Is this wrong?' I enter answers sought
Punch, punch, punch, transfer this data into code
Wide eyes watch, my number 156 is shown

Created from past life to perform illicit function
I fail this conscious madness
I man machine imperfection

Have we come too far to turn around?
Does emotion hold the key?
Is logic just a synonym for this savagery
Disguised in forgotten lost memory?

This judgement can be resisted


Have we come too far to turn around?
Does emotion hold the key?
Is logic just a synonym for this savagery
Disguised in forgotten lost memory?

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