The Lost Machine

Lost machine, giant maze Big engine, cruising space Ozone years, controlled daze... keeps the engine running Silver beams, analyze Robot teams, supervise That was then, this is now... it must run anyhow Don't you try, to know why We can't talk, close that door My father, remembers Grand-father, remembers Patching holes, in the sky... it's running all of the time I can tell, this is hell No one talks, no one talks One day will we understand How much the future is here right now? One day will they understand... How true... the future is here, and how! Remain silent Lost machine, never fails 3-D screen, one message Keep working, generate... it's the same everyday Don't you try, to know why I can't talk, close that door My father gave me a small stone that he received from his father. This stone was brought from earth by our early ancestors over 3OO years ago, since the machine started working. Our mission... my mission, to reach central control and throw it into some vital part of the main engine... and blow the precious generator... I do not want to have to pass this down to my own son...