Machines

Queen - Machines

Machines...

It’s a machines world

Don’t tell me I ain’t got no soul

When the machines take over

It ain’t no place for rock and roll

They tell me I don’t care

But deep inside I’m just a man

They freeze me they burn me

They squeeze me they stress me

With smoke blackened pistons of steel they compress me

But no one but no one but no one can wrest me away

Back to humans

We have no disease no trouble of mind

No thank you or please no regard for the time

We never cry we never retreat

We have no conception of love or defeat

What’s that machine noise?

It’s bytes and megachips for tea

It’s that machine boys

With random access memory

Never worry never mind

Not for money not for gold

It’s software is hardware

It’s heartbeat is time-share

It’s midwife’s a disc drive

It’s sex life is quantised

It’s self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised