From the recording Pieces Missing
Lyrics
I guess the joke's on me
Caught up in the machine
Such cunning subtlety
I never felt a thing
Rebuilt in your image
I never felt like less
Join in with all the rest and
Fall into the lockstep
Fall and cut your losses
A sacrifice of conscience
Just fall into the lockstep
I feel so perfect
I feel pathetic
I feel like you
I never chose to be
Part of a symmetry
Conscious commodity
Fed through a flashing screen