Is this what we are?  Have we gone too far?  Machines making views  Pursue the new view of you    From the very start  Born to play the part  To fit this old mold  Jah God father    Chorus  Trapped within a growing need  To step outside these bounds  Create my own religion  Walk my own sacred grounds  All our lives we're trained to think  Like generations passed  To thy ownself be true, be new    Fear of God punched in  Programmed not to sin  World that feeds on hate  How can we relate?    Instrumental    Chorus    Mechanized belief  2000 years of grief  The new age has come  The return of the sun      [the characters aren't available to present this title, it just  says 'BURN JIM' upside down]