Mischief Brew - The Reinvention Of The Printing Press

Machinery mill us
Forever will rule us
Until we find out how you're wired
Gods no longer read
Through the hands of the dead
It's safe now to question the friar
If they'd stopped at the wheel
We'd never have swung in this tire

Beyond Middle Ages
Left village for nation
This masterpiece our fathers penned
Too dark to see
The olde tyme 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
Nevermore shall we read in the dark

Gargantua's hungry
His fork and knife drumming
But what if we served him no more?
If just for a day
We took over this place
To find out where our harvests are stored?
Laugh like a king while you can
Til the bastions are stormed

Nevermore in the dark