How many days have passed The tools that we've created and adored Have turned to dust And so the moaning lasts We carry on We are at last Free and awake Clinging to past Built to break These machines will stop and fall apart Taking us back to the start There's nothing left from days long gone Not even memory of glory of a mind Just dead machines And piles of broken dreams We've made of stone Out of the dream Silent and sad Suddenly clean Of copper and lead These machines will stop and fall apart Taking us back to the start These machines will stop and fall apart Taking us back to the start In this new life every second counts So from now on when we are in doubt We'll remember crashing down the slope Of inaction and holding on to hope These machines will stop and fall apart We will see at last who we really are