Buried Beds - General Ludd lyrics

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, they build up the land
Super computer and General Ludd
Solving for pattern, they 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 loneliеr man
Calendar carvings, the patterns unplannеd
Soldering circuit's 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

(A man must surely see, the greater mystery
Mechanical in head and heart
The king of industry
But he who raises up, a king without a crown
Philias and phobias will bring
The hammer down)