When we were machines, electric currency Efficient and adequate and so simple So very simple We were machines, faulty circuitry Pull the plug, repair the bugs and cover it up Cover it up But somewhere in this framework lies Skinned up knees and broken wires We all short out in due time Things will never be the same again When we were machines, sparkling and pristine Invincible, untouchable, and so easy So very easy We were machines, rusted, obsolete A number, a statistic A string of ones and zeroes Somewhere in this circuitry Fried out beyond all belief We all die eventually