Birth Lyrics

Born is the mechanical giant:
A malevolent creature serving only one need-
Efficiency to perfection

Profit its raping seed
Greed its grave disease

What will be called refuge when we've paved all the land?
What will be called sacred when we've expanded all we can?
Steel towers thrust into smoke stained skies

Crude iron feet follow its tearless eyes
And the wealth runs dry
Runs dry