Those who talk to machines Soon become one Those who work with machines Soon be replaced by one Those who amuse themselves with a machine Soon feel nothing more Those who play with a machine Rarribly know the rules Those cared for by a machine Close their eyes in a reasonable amount of time Time, good or evil That supposedly no one has Time, the veil over us That supposedly no one can lift Time, the curse and blessing, unstoppable Tides do not obey Machine or human Those who live with machines Losing their conscience and senses What was once human Now perishable flesh Too much time lost Too much time wasted Too much time starved Mechanical love mistaken Machines not switched off in time