In your head there’s a psychopath frenzy
From your mouth there’s a cynical snarl
In your eyes a dismissive impatience
Withering scorn for society’s “noise”
And the way that you master your puppets
Riding roughshod over rules in the way
Sneer and smirk behind the mask of Rasputin
Pulling the strings in your “ideas” crusade
Words on fire
Save us from messiahs and people-blinkered thinkers
Words on fire
Save us from the rantings of robot puppet-masters
Words on fire
Save us from the zealots’ tongue
And in your mind you’re the anarchist Head-Chef
Nothing gets in the way of your goals
In your ego there’s your own self-importance
But in your heart there’s a massive big hole
What’s intelligence without emotions?
Innovation without Humanity?
But all the zealots go to Logical Heaven
Free from our failing mediocracy
Words on fire
Save us from messiahs and people-blinkered thinkers
Words on fire
Save us from the rantings of robot puppet-masters
Words on fire
Save us from the zealots’ tongue
Words on fire
Words on fire
Words on fire
Save us from the rantings of robot puppet masters
Words on fire
Words on fire
Words on fire
Words on fire
Words on fire
Words on fire
Save us from messiahs and people-blinkered thinkers
