Themselves - Revenge of the Fern lyrics

Revenge of the fern
Flint to the stone tool to the wheel
To the lever to the inclined plane click ok
It's hurting your babies
Fused complete compliance the
Capital circuit disease

Who is it
A simple question assumes the bounty
And temptation of bait does this hurt
Screeches the chattering churn
Of Persephone's fate
Determining machine as it's
Humongous simple scrapes
At large wowing chronological mommies prize
And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity
A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity
Charged nectars of steel flow 'til
Babies interlocked with babies
Such harmonypointed cold touching
Harmony of mechanism

Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls
Between it shudder and split
Things are getting big and louder
Drowning out fainter
Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us
A wish to be part of gearsmade of parts
Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears
So precise and metal and meddle
A working construct in destiny
The foreseeable right nowpushing
For tangibleunhinged
Pushing for fuel vital to bolts
Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky
Energy is bothfuel and separate
Existed until wethen it's
Maintained and updated a brilliant
Portrayal of likeness
In all the sure shock of good wiring
And bad examplecrisp blue grey example
Sputters static the orderly structure
Of so solid
Choking and gasping with monotonous
Nauseating similarityit depends
Hammered artificial by efficience as
Esoteric and obsolete
As the rickety behemoth it
Runs to keep ticking

Killer conventional kills house plants
Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for
A 90's orbit and
Powers refinementa killer's refined

Watch your hand
The motorized lifestyle likes to
Bite and grind aren't we daring or dumb
Dumb enough to plug in bread and water
Watch the young thing suck volts
And chew snapping binary jaws
It hates our codes with technical difficulty
So what's hunted used to flick
The switch and now
The instruction manual is rusty
And reads funny
Outdated seems to have exchanged
In the function shutting valves, closer
Fixing leaks closer repairing closer still
Creating robotic tears the tender
Tummy of human just
Pray it never mutilates the sensuous
And perfect earthen vagina
We dug the iron from

State of the art more like
Desire of the kings
And their smoldering less
Everything's a tooth when flesh is
Moist flower petal soft
So soft all is lost in the
Swift inactionable gutting of discovery

The things are getting smarter
We are getting closer
Are getting sharper, we're there
Will we do nothing and have it no other way
Science lives, skylines crushing our chest
Someone stop the curbs from bleeding
Last monkey born out of captivity now dies
An alarm does not go off and
A moment is not spared
Click return is hitextinction