The Reinvention Of The Printing Press - Mischief Brew, Franz Nicolay of World/Inferno

machinery mill us forever will rule us

until we find out how you’re wired

god’s no longer read through the hands of the dead,

its safe now to question the friar

if we stopped at wheel we’d never have swung in this tire

beyond middle ages left village for nations

this masterpiece our fathers penned

to dark to see the old time tyranny

may the bulb never burn out again

now that we know now everything that we didn’t know then

the book was the lash and the word was the law

but the tyranny ended with ink on a block

but don’t put it in park with miles to go

need a match never more shall we read in the dark

gargantua’s hungry, his fork and knife drumming

but what if we serve him no more?

if just for a day we took over this place

to find out where our harvest are stored

laugh like a king while you can till the bastions are stormed

the book was the lash and the word was the law

but the tyranny ended with ink on a block

but don’t put it in park with miles to go

need a match never more shall we read in the dark

nevermore in the dark