Isn't AIDs the
Witch hunters
Dream come true
Making being a
Robot
Justified
Righteous
      
Sure hasn't done the
Outlaws any
Good
Just a matter of time
Until no one is
Living out our
Dreams
     
All the magic
Squeezed out of each
Moment
Only more
Alienation
Isolation
Plastic
     
Making celibacy seem
Sensible
Safe
Cut off from others
Hiding behind our
Walls of
Fear
     
Is there
Really
Anyone
We can trust to
Never be human
Never get lost in a
Moment
     
Can life be
Worth
Living
Without magic
Sounds, smells
Taste, feel of
Another
    
Is it really the
Hand of
God
Come down to
Cut us apart for
Being
Human
     
Or the
Hand of
Man
Seeking a way to
Cut out the parts of
Himself he
Despises
     
Cutting another valley
Between each of
Us
More of us cut off
More alone now
Less hope for the
Moon
     
Forcing us to seek
Connection with
Machines
Devote more of ourselves to the
Organizations
Forgetting the touch of
Another
      
More good robots who have
Chosen to
Disconnect
Emotions
Roots
Magic
Humanity
    
Makes for more
Production
Efficiency
But at what price to the
Soul
Giving away our
Dreams
     
Never again to hear the
Drums in the
Night
Marching away into the
Sun
Never to
Dance again

Previous Page             Next Page