DESCRIPTION:
A metaphor for the world with a creepy Hotel California vibe; except with aliens, references to scripture, and all the trappings of the ravings of a madman. O and less musicianship.

Lyrics:

Gather round, let me tell you a story about the best mousetrap ever made
Its was conceived under a famous tree where Adam and Eve and Newton took shade
It was shaped like a Nantucket wagon wheel but its shiny spokes were an equator long
At the first Worlds Fair they named it the Machine of Perpetual Rational Delusion

Some like Decartes tried to find out how it worked without any energy
But his calculations were off because he had to use a universal world-size abacus
Some like Gandhi tried to the center to be free of its inertia
But when they got there they ground 'em up in the works
Of the Infernal Machine

And the piper says, "Come on boys and girls for a free ride
I charge life for admission, but no one cares that I lied
This is greatest carnival in history, the biggest Ferris wheel you've ever seen
And you won't stop having fun until you can't breathe
You don't have a choice to ride or not, when you're born
You're part of the Machine."

Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain, pretend you don't see
Don't even try to figure the dials, they're just there to keep you busy
No one can escape Newton's apple or the First Mistake's gravity
You see you can't break the Machine it was made with alien technology

See what happened was that the snakelike alien who built the Machine
He was exiled from his homeworld for becoming an evil black hole mechanic
And he lived in great fear that the Master of the universe would come back and see
How he had enslaved the people of Earth to build his infernal device
And one day his fears were realized

One day the UFO came back into the world's atmosphere
But upon reentry because of cosmic radiation only a few sheep thought they saw it
It looked like a great white horse and rider
And the captain of the ship spoke through a selective hearing loudspeaker, he said:

"People of Earth, hear now the words of this prophetic proclamation!
The Master of the universe has seen your oppression and he sent me to set you free
I'm gonna throw the biggest wrench you've ever seen in the works, so get out while you can
Get out of the Machine."

And the ringmaster knows he's out of time, so the program of the circus is pickin' up speed
The carneys are drunk so there's chaos in the streets, don't you know what I mean
I'm not liking it, but I know its coming
The End of the Machine, its so necessary

Someday we won't need anything
No religion, no politics, no useless creeds
And the river of truth will come down like a stream washing over me
And all the world will sit by the twelve trees
To understand the meaning of why we are here and where we are going
Drawn into the vortex, created by the Machine
Come down with the Machine, so necessary
Earth and sky is all you need, embrace your humanity
Good riddance to the Machine