Darren Poyzer
singer-songwriter / music leader

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men and machines

I'm seriously thinking of faking my death
And just living for the Summers we have left

Here in our lives
Wiping a tear of loss from my eyes

All I had were Men and Machines
Shaping my nightmares and dreams
Now your love has given me wings
I can glide on the breeze

I'm seriously thinking of just letting go
Of the charts and the maps that lead me from home
The things that divide us are fuel for the fire
A beacon of hope, a heart of desire

For all that it's worth
Protecting our children at birth

From the call of the men and machines
Experiments in whole new extremes
Consuming much more than they need
As they burn, on the breeze

History shows there's no light at the end of their day
Just the slaves and the graves of the millions who get in the way
As men and machines, fight with men and machines
As men and machines, steal from men and machines
So that men and machines
Can go about their business, whatever that means

I'm seriously thinking of faking my death
And just living for the Summers we have left

Here in our lives
Wiping a tear of loss from your eyes

All I had were Men and Machines
Shaping my nightmares and dreams
Now your love has given me wings
I can glide on the breeze

All Words & Music: © Darren Poyzer