• The human race is a machine
    Unthinking, moving forward
    Always
    We go through the paces
    With unfamiliar faces
    We never stop and think
    About who we are
    What we are
    And what the hell are we doing?

    In a rut
    Moving forward
    Staying on track
    Never stray from the line
    Never move from the line
    We’re on the line

    For the few of us
    Who stray
    Who think
    Who have a brain
    They, poor souls,
    Are looked down upon
    And frowned upon
    For disrupting our steady pace
    Towards our own destruction

    In a rut
    Moving forward
    Staying on track
    Never stray from the line
    Never move from the line
    We stay on the line

    So what do we do?
    Do we keep on moving?
    And watch our deaths?
    Do we stop and think?
    And lose all that we know?
    Please God tell me
    (Unless you’re the force
    Keeping the conductors in time
    As our symphony of death continues)
    Please, some one tell me?
    I’m lost.