Текст песни
In the flood of information's tide
A thousand words, a thousand lines inside
They shape the world, where none believe
And all your thoughts, and even your dreams conceive
Can you remain impartial and cold
Judge all with reason, and a heart of gold?
A letter from a bot, a call from a machine
But who's behind it? A living intellect, so serene
Far away, in silence and in space
They analyze all, with a calculating face
Can you remain impartial and cold
Judge all with reason, and a heart of gold?
This is the age of technology's might
No room for sentiment, no time for night
Behind every bot, behind every machine
A team of workers, a work of art, so divine
Civilization of information
And calculation, and calculation
Civilization of information
And calculation, and calculation
Can you remain impartial and cold
Judge all with reason, and a heart of gold?
