Camel's Un Poem by Paul Fisher

Twisting and turning
There is no turning back
The rips you apart from within
I feed on what you lack

Hate the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone

Follow it
Roll model for the model citizen
Trendsetting for rip-offs
You’re a tool, count to ten

Mumble in breath unheard of
But do as you’re told
Disobey and you’ll be a whipping boy
Only the weak live to die old

Feel the cold claw at your back
Listen as it cuts you open
Drone out the voice
Though you can’t help but listen

Love the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone

Listen to the Camel’s UN
Destroy the infidel
Listen, you’re no leader
Follower, does that ring a bell?

North and South of the border
They are our enemies
East and West overseas
They are our enemies
Defend your countries honor

As a bullet is nothing without its gun
You are nothing without your master
A gun needs its bullet, though
Play Russian roulette, feeling like a gambler?

Hate the machine
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone

Slowly strip the common man
Of his senses
Give your sense to the one who needs it
You can keep the common sense, though

There’s evil in the far-east
Destroy what threatens you
Before it threatens the hand that you feed on
You are of the select few

Hate the machine
Love the machine
Hate it, love it
Without reason
Don’t know why
It just seems so in with everyone