Dead Machines -

How many days have passed

The tools that we’ve created and adored

Have turned to dust

And so the moaning lasts

We carry on

We are at last

Free and awake

Clinging to past

Built to break

These machines will stop and fall apart

Taking us back to the start

There’s nothing left from days long gone

Not even memory of glory of a mind

Just dead machines

And piles of broken dreams

We’ve made of stone

Out of the dream

Silent and sad

Suddenly clean

Of copper and lead

These machines will stop and fall apart

Taking us back to the start

These machines will stop and fall apart

Taking us back to the start

In this new life every second counts

So from now on when we are in doubt

We’ll remember crashing down the slope

Of inaction and holding on to hope

These machines will stop and fall apart

We will see at last who we really are