A Hope For Home - The Machine Stops Lyrics
The world is a machine. We are all cogs on the wheel. Blind idealism towardThe "next step" in evolution. However, if we are just aimlessly evolvingThroughout time, any idea of humanity trying to work toward some "purpose"Is blind, meaningless ambition, and humankind becomes a sort of machine –Churning and shifting gears, but never actually achieving a goal. But whatGood is a machine without a purpose? The man chooses to, in his mind, "stop" the machine; detach himself from the world, and the machine. NotThat such detachment is a good thing, but to fully understand truth, heMust first see himself outside of the "machine." (Themes borrowed from aShort story of the same name. Read here.)A cold steel womb. A distorted view. A deafening hum that won't be subdued.We've found our being within this churning, and the gears that are turning, But to what end?To what end?This is not what I'm meant for, this is not what I am.A cog, a spoke in the machinery of men that never takes us to where weHaven't been.Is it too late to take this all back?If I plant my feet upon this trail without a reason or destination, Then this ship has sunk before it sailed.An endless churning roar, a labyrinth of steel and ore.Our blood becomes the oil, a meaningless, purposeless toil.You are all mindless sheep, just a piece of the machine.Keep fueling your hopeless dreams, they will never mean a thing.Detach: can we pull these wires from our veins? Divide our flesh, ourBlood, our names.In the face of the machine my reflection stands and turns, as I walk. I'mNever coming back.
