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Seeking to amplify |
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Power in all senses |
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Man creates devices |
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That change relations of his world |
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In changing he fails to see |
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He's now become |
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A slave to devices |
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Who's charm he's succumbed |
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His bias altered now |
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From sense to sense |
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Sound or vision tested which reigns as best |
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And so he fails the test of unity |
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Integration of the whole creates awareness he shall see |
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Oh things that we've made, changing our lives |
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We've come so far, electric light |
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Measure the day, lengthen the night |
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We can make our war, without fight |
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In alphabet we've shifted sound to words we see |
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No more the sound of voices has effect on literacy |
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Our weapons are extensions of our nails and teeth |
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Are amplifiers of the rage that seethes |
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The photo makes museum obsolete |
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For treasures are now exposed |
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For all to view in complete |
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The phone has shrunk our world |
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Down to village size |
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To talk the neighbors |
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Who just don't see our eyes |
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We rule nature |
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A fragmented whole |
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Enlisted science, to take control |
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But where's our future |
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What lies in our hands |
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A technocracy, or integrated whole |
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Can we arrange a world |
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That's filled with harmony |
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Eliminate pollution |
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And keep our people free |
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Must life be calibrated |
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By technocontrol |
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Can freedom be maintained |
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By thinking of the whole |
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Our patriots will vanish |
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Like ghosts of the night |
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Unite the world as one |
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Will be our holy fight! |
