Pulsing rhythms, clanking steel   The use for humans at the wheel   The machine goes on, the threat is real   People suffer, people feel.   Toxic air and barren waste   In mankind leave a bitter taste   The more we kill, the more we die,   The more machines that fill the sky.      Twenty first century, teknolust.      Super-sized, supersonic   Livin' large and electronic   The machines we made to call our world   And are all that's left when all else burns   Progress is a progress does,   Built until that's all there was   The more we stack, the more we spend,   The more machines that watch us bend.      A fitting end for unfit friends,   No invitation could extend   Silent eyes watch silent streets   Silicone and steel the only heartbeat.