"The war is inside. And it doesn't stop."

Heaviest production on the record. Dark trip-hop, 135 BPM, distorted bass, oppressive synth pads. The vocal is the calmest on the album, and that gap is the song - uncomfortable things said in a steady voice over crushing weight. The title isn't a flag for being anti-machine. The Luddites weren't anti-loom either; they were weavers whose wages were getting cut by the loom owners. The narrator owns the survivor's side of that math out loud: "We're the ones who kept our seats / We're the ones who learned the tools / We're the reason it got faster / We're the ones who wrote the rules." And the verse about friends who didn't make the jump - "My friends are sending me their resumes / I told them years ago to learn" - is the ethical center of the album as far as I'm concerned.

Lyrics
Luddite mode

Pull the plug
Kill the feed
That's the voice inside of me

Burn the model
Cut the line
Half of me says that every time

Built the pipeline, love the speed
Ship on Monday what took me weeks
Half my brain says this is right
Other half won't sleep at night

Three jobs vanished from the floor below
Saw the boxes by the door
Told them all to learn the tools
They said they'd figure something more

We're the ones who kept our seats
We're the ones who learned the tools
We're the reason it got faster
We're the ones who wrote the rules

Pull the plug
Kill the feed
That's the voice inside of me

Burn the model
Cut the line
Half of me says that every time

The Luddites weren't afraid of looms
They were weavers watching wages fall
I'm not afraid of what it builds
I'm sad for those who couldn't crawl

My friends are sending me their resumes
I told them years ago to learn
But twenty years of doing things one way
Is a hard corner to turn

We're the ones who kept our seats
We're the ones who learned the tools
We're the reason it got faster
And I wish they'd come with me

Luddite mode on
Luddite mode off
The war is inside
And it doesn't stop

Lyrics & direction: Brian 200. Vocals & arrangement: Suno.