The measure of crisis

was reformed

When fire had claimed our lands

and the city of Earth



Surrendered with their promise

to isolate the radiation

Surrendered with their hands crossed

Now who will be taken in

to the machine



Sit back and watch how they thrive and bloom

Bow to the giver of joy

Though it's nothing that they would tolerate

Hydroponics made us happy

Some claim they hear voices

that suggest desperate choices

Live by the rules

In the machine that has claimed you