Well-meaning proles are of no use again
We feed, work slow, and all complain
Well-coded droids looking alive, amen
They work well, they won't tell, they work well, they won't tell
We march on and through the end
We march on and through the end again
Complete control is in their hands, again
They breed, die slow, and all maintain
Complete black hole of data now and then
They work well, they won't tell, they work well, they won't tell
We march on and through the end
We march on and through the end again
Still we roam through this empty void
Breeding lemming flies with automaton souls
Somehow we can't sleep
Third time through this thinking these thoughts again
Tangled twisted our ball and chain
Third war looking more all is loss than win
They work well, they won't tell, they work well, they won't tell
We march on and through the end
We march on and through the end again