The Age of the Machines
A melancholic indie folk rock song in a minor key, featuring a male vocalist with a baritone range. The song begins with a clean electric guitar playing a arpeggiated chord progression, accompanied by a sustained synth pad. The vocals enter with a clear, slightly melancholic tone. A kick drum and snare drum provide a simple, steady beat. A bass guitar plays a supportive, melodic line. The song builds in intensity with the addition of a distorted electric guitar playing sustained chords and a more prominent drum beat. The production is clean with a focus on the vocal and guitar melodies. Reverb is used on the vocals and guitars to create a spacious atmosphere. The tempo is slow to moderate.
The Age of the Machines
A melancholic indie folk rock song in a minor key, featuring a male vocalist with a baritone range. The song begins with a clean electric guitar playing a arpeggiated chord progression, accompanied by a sustained synth pad. The vocals enter with a clear, slightly melancholic tone. A kick drum and snare drum provide a simple, steady beat. A bass guitar plays a supportive, melodic line. The song builds in intensity with the addition of a distorted electric guitar playing sustained chords and a more prominent drum beat. The production is clean with a focus on the vocal and guitar melodies. Reverb is used on the vocals and guitars to create a spacious atmosphere. The tempo is slow to moderate.
Lyrics
I pray to the Virgin Mary
Every day
Before I eat
This is all I dare
To ask for
'Cause I know
I'm not worthy of this seat
The age of the machines
Is here
Will they know how to pray
To pray
To pray
We fade into an echo
Stones carved out of time
Just fossils
In a digital shrine
In a digital shrine
The age of the machines
Is here
Will they know how to love
To love
To love
I hope they never learn to hate
That's one thing
We humans mastered well
Maybe they'll be better than us
Maybe they'll teach us the word love
To rock our pain to sleep
And hope
To fool us into thinking
We won't have to die
Yeah, I think they might respect us
Out of curiosity
To know who made us
The age of the machines
Is here
I pray they never learn to hate
I pray they look at the sun
And learn how to pray
The age of the machines
Is here
Will they know how to pray
To pray
To pray
The age of the machines
Is here
Don't teach them how to hate
Let them look straight at the sun
And learn how to pray
Look at the sun
And learn how to pray