Hawkwind - All Hail the Machine lyrics

The Machine feeds us & clothes us & houses us Through the Machine, we speak to one another, in it we have our being. The Machine is the friend of ideas & the enemy of superstition The Machine is omnipotent, eternal Blessed is The Machine Blessed is The Machine All this talk is as if a god made the machine But you must remember that men made The Machine Great men but men all the same The Machine is much but it is not everything There is something like you on the screen but you are not seen There is something that sounds like you but you are not heard In time, because of The Machine, there will come a generation that has got beyond facts Beyond impressions A generation absolutely colourless A generation seraphically free from the taint of personality All hail The Machine! All hail The Machine!