| No freedom for the man | |
| With the button in his hand | |
| He will end up standing alone | |
| And on the day after | |
| All hell breaks loose | |
| The battle will be fought | |
| With stick and stone | |
| The beast has our backs | |
| Against the wall | |
| And the power to devour | |
| One and all | |
| Man must reach a higher | |
| Plain for his world to remain | |
| From this day forward | |
| We must only look ahead | |
| Tomorrow's dreams | |
| May beome peace at last | |
| Reality is hard to face | |
| Til everything is lost | |
| There can be no more | |
| Living in the past | |
| The beast has our backs | |
| Against the wall | |
| And the power to devour | |
| One and all | |
| We create our own destiny | |
| Technology has come at last | |
| Will it bring destruction from the past | |
| Now will all this wealth | |
| And knowledge ever shield us from the flame | |
| History tells in grim detail | |
| Of mans inhumanity to man | |
| In search of worldly treasure and to rule | |
| Savage wars raged on and on | |
| As though there was a plan | |
| But battle is the religion of the fool | |
| The beast has our backs | |
| Against the wall | |
| And the power to devour | |
| One and all | |
| Man must reach | |
| That higher plain | |
| For his World to remain |