General Ludd

When it's time to go You'll return to your makers, and they'll turn to face you Your mind machine starts to glow You are lost on the others, with your letters and numbers Hands above and hands below, they want to know, want to know. Barrows and Barons, the province of man Quiver of arrows, he build up the land Super computer and General Ludd Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood Oh which machines will break, and which ones we'll use to break them Oh which we'll break, and which will break him Ashes to ashes, a lonelier man Calendar carvings, the patterns unplanned Soldering circuits and timing the tide Making the makers, but who will decide Which machines will break, and which ones we'll use to break them Oh which will break, and which will break him Barrows and Barons, the province of man Quiver of arrows, he build up the land Super computer and General Ludd Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood Ashes to ashes, a lonelier man Calendar carvings, the patterns unplanned Soldering circuits and timing the tide Making the makers, but who will decide Barrows and Barons, the province of man(A man must surely see, the greater mystery) Quiver of arrows, he build up the land(mechanical in head and heart the king of industry) Super computer and General Ludd(but he who raises up, a king without a crown) Solving for pattern, he scatter the flood(phillias and phobias will bring the hammer down)