Rage Against The Machines


Oh take me to those great green pastures,

I’m sick of all concrete disasters,

Elevators falling down,

Aero planes burn in the ground,

Oh take me to that place I knew,

Forget inventing something new,

Technologies out of control,

Trains derail throwing their coal,

Oh have we taken it too far,

It’s hard to see just who we are,

Ocean liners belly up,

But not before Noro erupt,

Oh now we've seen and now we know,

But what we've reaped we now must sow.

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