The Doomsday Machine

It's daybreak
And the motors are all raging again
Like a twisted animal
Crippled, and ignited by the fire
If you listen careful, you can hear it
The rhythm that controls the madness
They sing of doom, and destruction
The end of all that we hold dear
But I will hear none of it
For their words are too few
And they are fuelled by passion
Not reason, or remorse
They are merely a small part
Of a much greater machine
One which may spell the end for us all
But only if we were to command it to do so
And right now, that is not possible
We are too disorganised, and too few
The world cannot end without us
But we are all beautiful, and strong