The Luddite - Corrosion of Conformity

Shadowed truth never tries to hide

An inconvenient pride

Builds abundant supplies

As the Puritan dies

The attrition machine

Builds a new guillotine

And in the place of its birth

Breeds a new Nazarene

Grind down the iron gears

Plunge the pike, work, work

With extinct human skills

Nevermore can you choose

Now oppressor resistor

You’ve got nothing to lose

With a noble existence

Forged through heart and through hand

This machine has burned down

The ever providing man

Grind down the iron gears

Plunge the pike, work, work

A distant wind breeds fire

Burning tall

Preaching to the choir

The lost retain control

Oh, burn 'em down

Now hungry for oblivion

What have the powerful become

Piles of flesh, greed and sin

Devoured by the teeth of angry laymen

Plunging the knife

In this black industry

A humbled rebirth

The green Earth now remains free

Grind down the iron gears

Plunge the pike, work, work

Grind down the iron gears

Plunge the pike, work, work

A distant wind breeds fire

Burning tall

Preaching to the choir

The lost retain control

Collective reason by riot

The oppressor cannot deny it

Technology burns

When the Luddite returns