Machines...
It's a machines world, Don't tell me I ain't got no soul
When the machines take over, It ain't no place for rock and roll
They tell me I don't care, But deep inside I'm just a man
They freeze me, they burn me, They squeeze me, they stress me
With smoke blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one but, no-one can wrest me away
Back to humans

We have no disease no trouble of mind
No thank you or please no regard for the time
We never cry we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat

What's that machine noise? It's bytes and megachips for tea
It's that machine boys, With random access memory
Never worry, never mind, Not for money not for gold
Its software, is hardware, its heartbeat, is time-share
Its midwife's a disc drive, its sex life, is quantised
It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised
Back to humans, Back to humans
Back to machines

Machines...
Living in a new world, Thinking in the past
Living in a new world, How you gonna last?
Machine world, Back to humans
It's a machines world, Thinking in the past (back to humans)
Living in a new world, How you gonna last?
Machine world, It's a machine's world
Back to humans, Living in a new world
How you gonna last? Machine world
It's a machine's world

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