The machine is here to swallow you whole.
Here to come in and take over your soul.
Make you believe in greed and power
and the urge to make another man cover.
Power and corruption
Leading to the eruption.
Absolute power, Corrupts absolutely,
so don’t sell out to that machines fantasy.
Work off the karma handed down
By the 5% who wear the machines crown.
Sell your soul for the paper that pays
And liquidate off your best days.
Pay taxes on blood and tears
And disregard the passing years
The machine is immoral
Even though it’s immortal.
So come on, step through that portal
and become the machine’s mortal.

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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