Can you stop your instincts? Can you man your thought control, sir? Can you give the last command Or lie to a good soldier? I'm a doubter, I'm a fool I am but a man Cast me out or let me be All that I am I am not so sure what you want me for Either your machine is a fool or me Now there is no time to wait No time to think it over Take the path, believe the math You'll tell me when it's over I'm a fighter, I've a question Won't you answer me? I have earned the right to know And tell you what I see I am not so sure what you want me for Either your machine is a fool or me