Nm 156

Machines have no conscience

Uniform printout reads, "end of line"

Protect code intact, leaves little time

Erratic surveys, free thinking not allowed

My hands shake, my push buttons silence the outside crowd

One world government has outlawed war among our nations

Now social control requires population termination

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

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 NM 156 is shown

Created from past life to perform illicit function

I fail this conscious madness, I man-machine imperfection

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

(This character doesn't exist)

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?

(Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten)

(Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten, forgotten)