The Machine
Verse 1
Machine starts
Gears of government turn
Motor of business
Springs into life
Verse 2
Whirs to full speed
Bellowing the smoke
Of burnt bodies
And hoarded money
Chorus
Turns our souls to money
Turns our will to gold
Turns our labour to slavery
Turns our minds to mold
Verse 3
A veracious appetite
Economy not its goal
Never satisfied
As it grinds more souls
Verse 4
To create wealth
Regardless of cost
Obscene wealth
Regardless of cost
Chorus
Turns our souls to money
Turns our will to gold
Turns our labour to slavery
Turns our minds to mold
Verse 5
Its mechanics simple
Beating us to submission
Making us compliant
Destruction its mission
Chorus
Turns our souls to money
Turns our will to gold
Turns our labour to slavery
Turns our minds to mold
Verse 6
Time to slow these cogs
Overload that motor
Starve the machine
Deprive what it is after
Verse 7
It will grind to a halt
Its wealth will spill
Rich will be poor
Poors belly's will be full
Chorus
Turns our souls to money
Turns our will to gold
Turns our labour to slavery
Turns our minds to mold