The Machine Keeps Turning
But we have the power to change it. Don’t let love leave!
Screens light up, before the dawn,
Another day starts, another re-spawn.
Habits kick in, not thinking, not blinking,
I’m too tired of life to look for meaning.
Some numbers are up,
Some numbers are down,
Somebody wins,
Somebody leaves town.
Get back on your wheel,
’Cause it’s picking up speed.
Are you in, are you on, are you out?
Can you hide your own need?
The machine keeps turning but who’s driving it now?
While you feed the fire, heads down, backs bent, fulfilling your vow.
Too many say it’s here to stay but no one can say how it got this way.
The machine keeps turning — but this man don’t care.
Forests shrink, oceans rise.
Truth: buried under sanitized lies.
Every problem has its market price.
Every warning just unwelcome advice.
Ten thousand experts draw their charts.
None measure the loneliness in our hearts.
Though money builds flight paths to the stars,
It still doesn’t heal the oldest scars.
And the machine keeps turning, nobody knows who’s driving it now.
While you’re feeding the fire, heads down, backs bent, fulfilling your vow.
Too many say it’s here to stay but no one can say how it got this way.
The machine keeps turning — but the sky don’t care.
In this artificial age we know everything.
Yet seldom has life been so unclear.
A billion voices fill the air,
And still we’re searching.
Searching for something real,
Beneath the spin, the sex appeal,
A place where truth and mercy meet,
Without the noise.
Without the heat.
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And the machine keeps turning, nobody knows who’s driving it now.
While you’re feeding the fire, heads down, backs bent, fulfilling your vow.
Too many say it’s here to stay but no one remembers how it got this way.
The machine keeps turning. Does anyone care?
Does anyone care?
We’re fighting shadows, fighting time
Fighting for scraps and dollar signs
Fighting sickness, fighting fear
Finding enemies everywhere
Fighting battles every day
Some for truth, some for pay
Fighting strangers, fighting friends
Fighting wars that never end.
Maybe the walls are made of smoke
Maybe the spell survives because we won’t
Look each other in the eye and say:
“It was never meant to be this way”
We’re drawing lines where none had been
Across the fields, skin to skin
Turning neighbours into sides
Teaching fear where trust resides
Old wars return, in fresh disguise
New banners waving ancient lies
And while we’re busy choosing sides
The simple art of loving dies.
And the machine keeps turning, nobody knows who’s driving it now.
You’re still feeding the fire, heads down, backs bent, fulfilling your vow.
Too many say it’s here to stay but no one can say how it got this way.
The machine keeps turning. But does anyone care?
And the machine keeps turning, but who’s driving it now?
While we’re feeding the fire, love slips quietly out of the crowd.
Maybe we are the gears in this machine, maybe the power bleeds between
A million ordinary hands — just learning how to make a stand.
We got so busy fighting over what is true,
That we’ve forgotten what is good.
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