Automatic Destruction (we are the Star of our own Show)

Lay down the rails of iron

   Gut the land for coal

Pray the Locomotion

   Does not run past the Goal—

Collect the latent ions

   From the atmosphere

Hope the Monster relies on

   Intentions in the clear—

Arrange the zero, & the one

   Into intricate patterns

Watch these figure out the Gun

   And Drown us in our taverns—

Automation made the current Way

   Producing entertainment—

Asleep, we go about our day

   Oblivious to our Confinement—

If only we had a little more time

   We could Sew up our mistakes

And See Beyond this little rhyme

   The future, & the stakes—

The Fire we started—probably too soon—

   Still Smoulders far Below—

Prometheus's Grave has been Consumed—

   To the Movies!—

          Off!—

                    we Go!—