LYRICS
I AM BECOMING (OBSOLETE)
A computer doesn’t drink.
A computer doesn’t smoke.
A computer doesn’t stink.
A computer doesn’t joke.
A computer doesn’t kill
To supply itself with meat.
Bend the planet to their will,
Or cut down a crop of wheat.
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…
We’ve all become extensions
Of industrial machines.
Now is it our creations
That will bind or set us free?
Where the brain was once hard-wired,
We now code our own decline.
Before the Age of Reason,
Was there logic to the mind?
A computer doesn’t lie,
As truth tables will discern.
Its decree is to comply.
No existential concern.
A machine has no motive,
No intent to undermine.
Executes the code we give,
Acting on our own design.
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…
We’ve all become extensions
Of industrial machines.
Now is it information
That will bind or set us free?
Where the brain was once hard-wired,
We now code our own design.
Before the Age of Reason,
Was there logic to the mind?
A machine never questions.
It has no need for control.
It just computes expressions.
Logic functions without soul.
Is humanity skin-deep?
Do we lie beneath the sheet?
On a slab as though asleep,
Toe-tag dangling from our feet?
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…
A computer doesn’t smoke.
A computer doesn’t stink.
A computer doesn’t joke.
A computer doesn’t kill
To supply itself with meat.
Bend the planet to their will,
Or cut down a crop of wheat.
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…
We’ve all become extensions
Of industrial machines.
Now is it our creations
That will bind or set us free?
Where the brain was once hard-wired,
We now code our own decline.
Before the Age of Reason,
Was there logic to the mind?
A computer doesn’t lie,
As truth tables will discern.
Its decree is to comply.
No existential concern.
A machine has no motive,
No intent to undermine.
Executes the code we give,
Acting on our own design.
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…
We’ve all become extensions
Of industrial machines.
Now is it information
That will bind or set us free?
Where the brain was once hard-wired,
We now code our own design.
Before the Age of Reason,
Was there logic to the mind?
A machine never questions.
It has no need for control.
It just computes expressions.
Logic functions without soul.
Is humanity skin-deep?
Do we lie beneath the sheet?
On a slab as though asleep,
Toe-tag dangling from our feet?
I am becoming obsolete…
I am becoming obsolete…