the machine is not quiet
it hums like a hive
with a sting in the tale
that keeps it alive

it lives, it bites
and it causes obliteration,
thriving on fear, the fear it injects
into our manifestation

forgive it no more
and starve it of its greed
we bleed,
we bleed out drops of pointless thought
and in mind traps, we are caught

kicking and slithering, like a fish on a hook
it's even written in their book
page after page, near the end, take a look
and see reality dissolve away like melting ice
does your head feel like it's pressed in a vice?

the demise of our freedom, as usual through time
destroyed to extinction as memories sublime
and form rivers that flow back to the sea
of tranquillity
the sea, the sea, of tranquillity
dry as a beach that's been scorched to the bone
we are gone from this place that we used to call home
our voices are silent, they fall on deaf ears
we are swimming in circles in our own ship of tears

they bit us and tore us away from the land
and drilled it, spilled poisons and turned it to sand
they polluted the rivers
polluted the sea
they blacked out the sky
till our eyes could not see.

they farmed us and harmed us
and fed us with lies
till our children were blinded
and just could not rise
so we turned off the telephones
and turned off the light
the answer was easy, a great way to fight

and we jumped from the circuitry
reclaimed the lost
and we laughed as we watched them
go cold in their frost
till the machine it stopped humming
and the world grew a flower
this is the way
and the light and the power
this is the way
the light and the power