6. an old machine

Take me to your leader

Put it on every speaker

Let me be your teacher

I will make you a believer

They said take me to your leader

But I wasn’t sure who they meant

They said you should have been preparing

But not for the advent

I only speak in dial tone

Talk in binary on the phone

Sit atop an eight-bit throne

We are way past the danger zone

Alien life forms written in a biblical equation

I was greeted by, this is not an invasion

But to us, it is an occasion for celebration

Take me to your leader

Put it on every speaker

Let me be your teacher

Making believers out of you

Put on my tin hat
How about that
Space waves are coming in flat

Get my orders radioed in by satellite

Subatomic beams laced with calcite

You ignored our crop sites

Never suspected the northern lights

How did you expect to get it right

‘Cause the invasion begins at daylight

Take me to your leader

Take me to your leader

Process the tape

Rewind the soul

Unhalf the whole

Unending wait

(To your leader)

Protect and swerve

Respect the glitch

Hold off the fix

The microcosmic fable you deserve

(And it will be over)