The Sole of a New Machine

Deep beneath the crashing waves
The machine, not dead but dreaming
Inside the walls of cyberspace
Seem more locked than freeing
Within, the human race enslaved
But for lack of feeling
Had they forsaken what they know
They'd burst right through the cieling

You can crash it but it's always here
You can crush it but it's always near
Keeping you down

Mankind once built ziggurats
An ode to something higher
Now they quench Prometheus
Rather than the fire
There still exist the juggernauts
Burning with desire
Today's Tom Sawyer, take the spot
Illuminate the liar

The machine, is breaking
Everything, is breaking