Fall into line. I clocked the card today   Conveyer whizzes past my hands   The supervisor spies a quiet corner    Thinks he better warn a peace says in his plans   Assemble pieces of the nucleic craze   Conveyer quizzes the pneumatic mind   And while we’re working are we seeking different thoughts   Spinning wheels away the pennies we can find   Design the future from the scraps you find   Display emotion with a toxic bloom   The new machine is up and running now   And in less time it prints the labels, good as new   Overdue or over done, before we crawl we try to run   And that’s the all we try to reach    Before we learn we try to teach   A kind of dance-too close to find   Who sees the generation with their souls in mind?      We let off steam from the magnetic coil   Then we use a spark to raise the precious oil   The supervisor spies, the traffic queues   The news says we could loose while all the rivers boil   Should we leave them to devices, they would price things way too high   When I greet a man en route who claims I’m sentenced to comply   You’re in the wrong zone. You’ve found the wrong place.   So take your dreams home. You need to interface.   And could you pull the thread unwrap the cloak to leave him bare?   See the truth before illusions that is in despair   A solid corpse, too sure to hide   Who shields the generations from the coming tide?      Opinions are opinions are opposed until they prove   But even when well founded the astounded won’t be moved   So take the feeling high. Just let the feelings fly.   From macrocosm to the microscopic world of me   A force instills a life, who knows how long a life would be?   Envelope, attack, decay, release   We’ll let this reign and thus sustain a kind of peace