Failsafe - Powermad

Miles and miles of wire make up its soul

A pinnacle of man, technology achieving its goal

A new living being acquired a will of its own

The beast we have nurtured is reaping just what man has sown

Arm, load, aim, fire

Arm, load, aim, fire

Arm, load, aim, fire

Fire!

Wire, circuits, transistors, say we’ve been attacked

Wire circuits transistors are all that react

There is no hope, there’s no turning back

When the computer decides unknown track

Arm, load, aim, fire!

Arm, load, aim, fire!

Machine void of morality

A mind creates reality

Machine decides what is done

To it, it’s just another program run

Fail-fail-fail-fail