Dead Machines

How many days have passed
The tools that we've created and adored
Have turned to dust
And so the moaning lasts
We carry on.

We are at last
Free and awake
Clinging to past
Built to break.

These machines will stop and fall apart
Taking us back to the start.

There's nothing left from days long gone
Not even memory of glory of a mind
Just dead machines
And piles of broken dreams
We've made of stone.

Out of the dream
Silent and sad
Suddenly clean
Of copper and lead.

These machines will stop and fall apart
Taking us back to the start
These machines will stop and fall apart
Taking us back to the start.

In this new life every second counts
So from now on when we are in doubt
We'll remember crashing down the slope
Of inaction and holding on to hope.

These machines will stop and fall apart
We will see at last who we really are.