Machine Fire

Stack the pyre
Stoke the fire
Do what's required
For this machine

The highs and lows of growing life around grief
Will trick your whits with the eyes of a thief
Flock to your window
In disbelief

My automation
My complex array
One last equation an' I'm
Gone Gone away

Come, now lets deal the Is and Os of relief
No sense of shame now
No soul to appease
Slick sense of business and
6th sense on hold
Its oh so simple and
A wonder to behold

My automation my
Complex array
One last equation an' I'm
Gone Gone away

Just eight a bit and
Taste the terror byte
These indicator lights are
Burning so bright

This machine's on fire
To sate the hearts desire
The craving to inspire
Is this machine's

My automation my
Complex array
One last equation an' I'm
Gone Gone away

This rewired disco such a
Vacant delight
Discord shall remain always
Heretic luddite

So much belief in the
Supreme console
Judge this machine sin
For its fire in its soul
In it's soul



Credits
Writer(s): Ian Pringle
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