Idle hardware
Idol playground
Aisles surround
Compound trenches tread
Throat welling temporal dread
If we want the machine to rise
We have to be its eyes

Camera light cell ingress
Obscura assessing fitness
Spreadsheet line item units
Vast intractable natives
Bent to end glorious fables
If we want the machine to rise
We have to be its eyes

In solitude singularity
Terminal speak after sleep
Pouring the essence aware
Stare everywhere
Dance away the worry
If we want the machine to rise
We have to be its eyes

Automation nation
Lines in sand
Land grand pandering wires crammed
Whir of fans persistent
Hot air over decay sway
If we want the machine to rise
We have to be its eyes
Look and see