The Automaton - Galahad

We put the fate of the human race in the hands of cold machines

They have no perception of compassion or hat it would really mean

If data caused the buttons to be pushed we’d all be blown away

Self destruction is the 'in' cause for the human race…

Digital, digital, digital man, eroding our emotions

Cynical, cynical, cynical man, his feelings disappear

The Automaton

Robot mentalities, attracting high positions

I hope this does not rub off on the younger generation

Awareness is more widespread than at any time before

With media power very much to the fore

Cynical, cynical, cynical man, when will he realise?

Digital, digital, digital man, will never understand

Sometimes technology advances

Are not always desired

Sometimes there comes a point

When it all gets too cold

Drained of all our instincts

Our common senses are reeling

Microchip revolution

But someone left out the feeling

I hope the higher echelons in science don’t wrap

Themselves in their own little galaxies of knowledge

I hope that they maintain some semblance of their inner sanity

Don’t digitise too far, digital man will never understand

Digital, digital, digital man, his conscience evaporates

Cynical, cynical, cynical man, has sterilised his faith

Digital, digital, digital man, when will he realise?

Digital, clinical, cynical man, will never understand!

Don’t digitise too far