[Verse 1 main voice]
Damn the manufacturers
Damn them to hell
My graft, my sweat, my expertise
With the plough, the seeding, the harvest
And you've bought a tractor!

[Verse 2 main voice]
What have you done?
You've stolen my purpose
My identity, my very reason for being
You Judas, you traitor, you viper
I put a curse on your farm!

[A calm, serene, almost disembodied voice]
And the times... they roll on

[Verse 3 main voice]
Damn all innovation
Damn it to hell
The practice, the learning, the mastering
Undone it all, with just a few prompts
You made a song!