A machine existsA mass of refinedIron oneBlinded with rivetsOne for each human beingWho lost their life in its creationIt stands tall toweringTo cast a shadow so largeWe cannot see the sunThrough the laden cloudsOr the chains holding us in slaveryPlastic souls,modernized,civilizedComputerized disaster brutalizesDehumanizedMass production mass destructionSelf extermination last days of humankindSexual lust turned out to workNervous tension turned to agressionIts gear turn never endingGrinding and clanking so loudWe are unable to hear the criesOf those who die for itThe machines still pull the nervesMultinational invasionsNuclear testing fireworksNature fucked off the face of earthPlastic souls empty goalsCounterparts vacuum headsDegraded-generation of deadheads