Imagine a high robotic voice
while reading this...
I WORK FOR THE MACHINE

HI!!! I'm a computer chip.
Yes! My brother's H.A.L.
Satan downloads to my brain,
But I am in control.

I am working for The B.E.A.S.T.
Big Brother's database.
Watch me take my orders.
Watch me interface.

I cannot get away now.
Hooked to the terminal.
I have lost all sense of self
And all my hope as well.

I am just a microchip
With no will of my own.
I am just a barcode
Made of flesh and bone.
Yes, I have been branded
On my forehead and my hand.
I gave my soul to Lucifer
I didn't understand...

I work for the anthill.
The anthill is my home.
I am the collective mind
I am just a drone.
I work for the anthill
Things aren't as they seem...
I work for the anthill.

I work for the Machine.


I will live much longer, yes.
I'm healthy, I'm not shy.
I will do as I am told
Although its all a lie.

The B.E.A.S.T. will take care of me
I will never want
I will follow to my death
Because I wear the MARK.

I will starve and persecute.
I will do it blind.
I hate all Believers
'Cause I don't have a mind.


I work for the anthill.
The anthill is my home.
I am the collective mind.
I am just a drone.
I work for the anthill.
I have lost my dream.
I work for the anthill...

I WORK FOR THE MACHINE.