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Where’s our evolution at?

We’re moving fast, consuming time until we’re fat

Became inactive on the throne that we’ve been sat

No getting up, no body, no longer attached

I reign heavy with a fist of iron clenched

I fly above the peasant sleeping on the bench

Out of the way of the decaying city’s stench

There’s nothing down there yet they’re fighting to the death

Pass through and hold my breath

Seek

Love and revival

Bleak

New way of survival

And it reeks

The blasphemy’s vile

(The blasphemy’s vile)

The weak die with pride

But the rich die in style

Mountains of trash

Rain down on our business

Death to the grass

A crime with no witnesses

Outsource the work to the class down below

And strike them down if they start moving too slow

Praise the machine

Damned are the weak

Free them if they can start talking like me

Innocent families burned to the ground

Act in my benefit

Let yourself drown

The skies are vibrant but the ground has never been so dull

We’ve become slaves to the powerful

When we were all under attack

They up and stabbed us in the back

Our future looks as bright as black

One mass grave, our bodies stack

But you won’t see us standing by

We’ll build a ladder to the sky

We’ll look our master in the eye

The highest up, we dare deny

Deny their grip

Break your chains

Rob them of their wealth

Leave the sky stained

Kill the sky