NM 156 Queensrÿche

[Intro]
Machines have no conscience

[Verse 1]
Uniform printout reads, "End of line"
Protect code intact leaves little time
Erratic survey, free thinking not allowed
My hands shake, my push buttons silence the outside crowd

[Pre-Chorus 1]
One world government has outlawed war among nations
Now social control requires population termination

[Chorus]
Have we come too far to turn around?
Does emotion hold the key?
Is logic just a synonym for this savagery
Disguised in forgotten lost memory?

[Verse 1]
Microchip logic, have we no more thoughts?
"Is this wrong?" I enter answers sought
Punch, punch, punch, transfer this data into code
Wide eyes watch, my number 156 is shown

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Created from past life to perform illicit function
I fail this conscious madness
I man machine imperfection