Today I have declared myself to be a subject of the will of the people Too long have my studies and research been for my own pleasures and distractions Civilization needs the minds of its people My first project will be the freeing of our underground workers There is no reason why technology cannot be called on to meet this challenge A machine, a great machine, I see it now Creatures, seek your dignity Scrap metal and I shall fight, and you shall be the winner
They lie about all through the day Thinking that they should be paid For all 'em knowing how to breed Producing more for us to have to pay for their food, too They'll steal our daughters for their brides Expecting more than life provides A huge ungrateful straw stampede
Failure oh, my beautiful machine, my poor, poor beautiful machine What have I done wrong? Where have I failed you? But give up? Never!
Not as long as there are souls imprisoned inthe dark life Not as long as a whisper of life clings to my body There will be freedom in the holes All will hail the new machine Yes, Yes, I think I've got it now There, the spark leaps to live The Golden Age quivers on the brink of creation Live, my machine Live my savior You have my breath You have my dream