yogi for peace
11-29-2004, 04:24 AM
I am one with all that is
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
Law built upon centuries of conceptual male thought
A ball of yarn, tangled, I suffocate
Corporate control is in my face
Ready at any instant, to pull the trigger and misplace this hate
The love I feel is real
We are but machines and the year is 1984
We are but machines, we’ve been here before
The taste of love and passion for life
The smell of harmony and all that is right
I am but a machine, working happily away
The law, built up and built up over centuries
New discoveries
Same laws
Same concepts
Same makers making me make nothing
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
Raped forests, the smell of a dead carcus laying on the side of the road
Paved for me to make makers that make me nothing all my life
Keep making
Keep gaining
You don’t have enough
You won’t ever have enough
Just one more step
One more promotion
One more pat on the back
One more day
One more year
Until it all fades to black
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
I am one with all that is
And I will live again . . .
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
Law built upon centuries of conceptual male thought
A ball of yarn, tangled, I suffocate
Corporate control is in my face
Ready at any instant, to pull the trigger and misplace this hate
The love I feel is real
We are but machines and the year is 1984
We are but machines, we’ve been here before
The taste of love and passion for life
The smell of harmony and all that is right
I am but a machine, working happily away
The law, built up and built up over centuries
New discoveries
Same laws
Same concepts
Same makers making me make nothing
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
Raped forests, the smell of a dead carcus laying on the side of the road
Paved for me to make makers that make me nothing all my life
Keep making
Keep gaining
You don’t have enough
You won’t ever have enough
Just one more step
One more promotion
One more pat on the back
One more day
One more year
Until it all fades to black
I am one with all that is human
And my humanity is slipping away
I am one with all that is
And I will live again . . .