Gray waters flood the sky
While men go out to die
Sell their souls to machines
And only profit queens
They want more time on this
Floating ball of dirt
Just to suffer nonsense
And they want to work
Blame me
For your problems
Blame me
For your struggles
They want more time on this
Floating ball of dirt
Just to suffer nonsense
And they want to work
These people do not know
How it is they will grow
Servants to this poor life
But they will never know