The Machines
Turn, turn, turn, turn
the wrench is twisted.
Turn, turn, turn, turn
the bolts are fastened.
Soon you too will be
one that used to be free,
soon you too will be
another just like me.
They all are like you
and you are like them too
there is no difference between us
they have twisted, turned, and bent us
so that we are just like them
you gears turn inside you
you only act on your cue
the mind is expendable
the mind is undependable
that is the part the thinks
the part that understands free
but now you are just like me
no longer free
just let yourself rust
and turn into dust
let yourself go
for you are just like me
Go on to Rage
or go back to Main
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