Machines

When you look at your reflection,

Tell me what it is you see,

A disposable automaton,

Or a living human being,

Don’t you give them control,

They might be renting out your body,

But what about your soul?

Do you believe,

We’re more than just machines,

Destined to serve their greed?

Cause it’s time for us to see,

Their work won’t ever set us free,

Left in the dark we work our hands to the bone,

They isolate us even as our numbers grow,

But don’t you know,

The palace floors that rise up under their feet,

Rest oh so fragile on our shoulders beneath,

So won’t you let them fall,

And finally learn how to breathe,

Do you believe,

We’re more than just machines,

Destined to serve their greed?

Cause it’s time for us to see,

Their work won’t ever set us free,

We toil away,

From our cradles to our graves,

It feels like no choices that we make can change our fate,

We’re crushed by the weight,

Of the chains our own hands create,

We built the walls that we must break,

Do you believe,

We’re more than just machines,

Destined to serve their greed?

Cause it’s time for us to see,

Their work won’t ever set us free,

Do you still dare to dream,

Of what your life could mean?

Once you get up off your knees,

You’ll find this world is ours to seize