Shadowed truth never tries to hide An inconvenient pride Builds abundant supplies As the Puritan dies The attrition machine Builds a new guillotine And in the place of its birth Breeds a new Nazarene
Grind down the iron gears Plunge the pike, work, work
With extinct human skills Nevermore can you choose Now oppressor resistor You've got nothing to lose With a noble existence Forged through heart and through hand This machine has burned down The ever providing man
Grind down the iron gears Plunge the pike, work, work
A distant wind breeds fire Burning tall Preaching to the choir The lost retain control Oh, burn 'em down
Now hungry for oblivion What have the powerful become Piles of flesh, greed and sin Devoured by the teeth of angry laymen Plunging the knife In this black industry A humbled rebirth The green Earth now remains free
Grind down the iron gears Plunge the pike, work, work
Grind down the iron gears Plunge the pike, work, work
A distant wind breeds fire Burning tall Preaching to the choir The lost retain control
Collective reason by riot The oppressor cannot deny it Technology burns When the Luddite returnsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
