Speculative Fiction

Lyrics for Speculative Fiction

There's a force-field on the front lawn, There's a maniac in the vacuum-cleaner, A cloudburst in the living room, Newscaster face turns green, then blue, Signal to noise ratio. Used-needle data litters endless corridors, Computer Sphinx spits needless riddles. More and more questions, less and less answers. "Can a man-made machine be held responsible?" A moral question needs a moral answer. It's under control for the time being.