Testo di Nm 156

Uniform printout reads end of line Protect code intact leaves little time Erratic surveys, free thinking not allowed My hands shake, my push buttons silence The outside crowd One world government has outlawed war among nations Now social control requires population termination Have we come too far To turn around Does emotion hold the key Is logic just a synonym for This savagery, disguised in Forgotten lost memory Microchip logic have we no more thought "Is this wrong" I enter Answers sought Punch, punch, punch, transfer this data Into code. Wide eyes watch my Number 156 is shown Created from past life to perform Illicit function, I fail this conscious Madness I man/machine imperfection Have we come too far To turn around Does emotion hold the key Is logic just a synonym for This savagery, disguised in Forgotten lost memory