Salmon find it necessary

to play at lemming games

herd together successfully

without a single name

Marching unconfusedly a

certain stepping throng

all pitter-patter

steel toed boots

to the master gong

Machines in perfect harmony

a proud pacific sytem

left free-will with malarky

and said they never missed 'em

Now heads of state all

taste of grease

a cog within the clock

turns a minute hand to

give the final ticking-tock

A man stands before a group of peers

innocence on trial

A final word before the dark

an enigmatic smile

The Anarchist stands alone

when all is harmony, and

throws his wrench, or

flips his switch

and starts the symphony