The Luddite lyrics
by Corrosion of Conformity
Shadowed truth never tries to hide
An inconvenient pride
Builds abundant supplies
As the Puritan dies
The attrition machine
Builds a new guillotine
And in the place of its birth
Breeds a new Nazarene
Grind down the iron gears
Plunge the pike, work, work
With extinct human skills
Nevermore can you choose
Now oppressor resistor
You've got nothing to lose
With a noble existence
Forged through heart and through hand
This machine has burned down
The ever providing man
Grind down the iron gears
Plunge the pike, work, work
A distant wind breeds fire
Burning tall
Preaching to the choir
The lost retain control
Oh, burn 'em down