Read about them in sunday papers
Of great achievments and how they'll save us
But it's not life that they create
It's just perversion that's built on hate
We say destruction they say solution
We call it ma** murder they're calling it evolution
Run anywhere there's no escaping it
Hide anywhere you like, you're still within the sh**
We're all victims of technology
Running down the street I see them lying dead
They never listened to a f**ing word we said
They only believed the lies they read
Now it's nearly time, yes, nearly time to go
But I don't want to, I've no call to go
I've no reason to go and meet your God
There's no reason
It's ma**ed produced by fools
With nothing more to do
Except create a certain d**h
They'll share with me and you
Though we may not want it
We'll never even know
Just sit down and wait
d**h doesn't move that slow
Run anywhere there's no escaping it
Hide anywhere you like, you're still within the sh**
We're all victims of technology
Running down the street I see them lying dead
They never listened to a f**ing word we said
They only believed the lies they read
Now it's nearly time, yes, nearly time to go
But I don't want to, I've no call to go
I've no call to meet your God
Stuff the f**ing armies!