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)