Book Of Bot Lyrics - New Erections - Locust

He's a wretch and 

Like all the rest he thinks 

There's time to make trouble 

And time to make a mess 

He says 

"Punch in, automate 

Stomp on, stamp out" 

Mechanized and traumatized 

He's tapping things obsessively 

Finds his boss' office 

and tears it apart 

Torches the evidence 

Quits his job 

Voltage highways 

Currents moving constantly 

Blissed out and circuit bent 

He calls upon his majesty 

Anxious electric 

Taps into the registry 

A challenge to the monolith 

The obelisk is posturing 

Sleeping monsters rise 

Ransacks junktown 

Glass-eyed Ogre 

Builds himself an armory 

Lives like a hammer 

((a vulgar diplomacy)) 

A new kind of prophet 

A new kind of tyranny 

A new kind of trauma 

A new aristocracy 

Finds every flaw in the eyes of his enemies 

Wages war and flies his flag 

Prelude to the coming of 

A new machine metropolis