He's a wretch and   Like all the rest he thinks   There's time to make trouble   And time to make a mess      He says   "Punch in, automate   Stomp on, stamp out"   Mechanized and traumatized   He's tapping things obsessively      Finds his boss' office   and tears it apart   Torches the evidence   Quits his job      Voltage highways   Currents moving constantly   Blissed out and circuit bent   He calls upon his majesty      Anxious electric   Taps into the registry   A challenge to the monolith   The obelisk is posturing      Sleeping monsters rise   Ransacks junktown      Glass-eyed Ogre   Builds himself an armory   Lives like a hammer   ((a vulgar diplomacy))       A new kind of prophet   A new kind of tyranny   A new kind of trauma   A new aristocracy      Finds every flaw in the eyes of his enemies   Wages war and flies his flag   Prelude to the coming of   A new machine metropolis