Human Factor

Lyrics

When all the files delete themselves and all the clocks reset themselves to twelve we'll be synchronized in eternal doomsday time. Future time is all the rage, electromagnetic dark age. The more that things decay the more room we have to play You've got to make allowances for the human factor Might bе your love connection Might clear up your complеxion No money changes hands No salesman ever calls When all the files delete themselves I'll microwave your cancer cells Chemotherapy- telepathically