Smash The Beauty Machine

All the birds are singing tra-la-la

As the treetops turn to gold

Still we linger playing baccarat

Wondering why we don't get old

We just stare at the rainbow scene

What could all of this beauty mean?

Suddenly we're all sweet sixteen

Smash the beauty machine

As the stars come out ad nauseam

Everyone stands and applauds

Suddenly we're all remembering

Why we needed all those gods

Was the world always this beautiful?

Could we all have been so blind?

Does the beauty come from your machine

Or the world

Or just the mind?