To hell with the question of human race
To hell with with the notion that we possess immortal grace
We'll only be remembered as the creator of machines
Computer introspection reveal the philistines
Brag about solution, run from revolution
The tide of evolution is pouring in tonight
When the people are all gone like sacrificial pawns
The pride of IBM will continue to recite:
Bow down bow down bow down and kiss my machine
Nothing's gonna save us from this post-synthetic hell
Forget your mumbled prayers say hello to Pavlov's bell
Automatic preconditioned priests of Henry Ford
Crying out for liberty cause we're so goddam bored
Brag about solution, run from revolution
The tide of evolution is pouring in tonight
When the people are all gone like sacrificial pawns
The pride of IBM will continue to recite:
Bow down bow down bow down and kiss my machine
Masochistic fatalistic searchers of your youth
Existential, last potential seekers of the truth
The universe is waiting our your final epitaph
Don't expect philosophy just a madman's laugh, hahahaha
Brag about solution, run from revolution
The tide of evolution is pouring in tonight
When the people are all gone like sacrificial pawns
The pride of IBM will continue to recite:
Bow down bow down bow down and kiss my machine
Someday the created will return to meet their gods
But they will be disappointed they're just a bunch of clods
Or if they're really lucky we'll have blown ourselves away
Just another parasite returning to the clay
Brag about solution, run from revolution
The tide of evolution is pouring in tonight
When the people are all gone like sacrificial pawns
The pride of IBM will continue to recite:
Bow down bow down bow down and kiss my machine