Lyrics:

'And he actually held up the weapon before our eyes, and there, dressed in a suit and tie, he smiled and told us with pride in his voice that 'this model was largely represented in the Gulf war!'. He was so very proper and clean. And so alarmingly blind!'

Welcome inside the machine
It hurts
Go numb, go blind
One's drilling out a pipe
One adjusts the aim
One makes trigger parts
Weapons as a game

All trapped in killing routine
Washed clean
By this machine
On these grey walls
Lovely pictures of the
Weapons we produce
But not their actions

All are part of the big Machine
We do our job
'Guilty!'

But what if we save?
And what if we solve?
And what if we build?
And what

What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
What if we lose control?
Control, control
What if we lose, lose, lose
If we lose
I am just a wheel

And what if we stop?