VERSE ONE (EPPSILON):

Welcome to the modern age, a world of incomprehension

We'll bomb a foreign section beneath this false flag for

A cheaper drop in your engine

Manufactured consent: It's us against them

Honour the henchmen then rob them of their pension

Since when doesn't it make economical sense then?

Rhetorical question

Your common sense is off in the wrong direction

Geneva what convention?

They playing dead, we ain't playing dumb

As if we got exemption from this horror penchant

Why so serious son?

All to relieve the comic tension

Winning wars in the comment section with pretentious condescension

On our beloved tech

Nil-logical inventions

Sacrifice for the God's affection: all attention's offered

HOOK:

There's an elephant in the room, a ghost at the banquet

I don't know if I like how it's been anchored

Return the false idols I used to worship

Search through the trash for the proof of purchase

VESRE TWO (BILLY CRISPS):

Open up my eyelids to a land so fuckin' priceless

Modify the harvest so it looks right in the market

Sign in wireless devices so they can stay right beside us

& resource demand trumps environmental crisis & uh

Masses gather and support the backward actions

Of decisions delivered from lifeless leaders lacking passion

A currency priority, pollies and twisted policies

More concerned about being top dog than following morals

A fantastic saddening, I take my hands and I clap them

We inhabit and damage, our own planet's assassins

Our number and names, bloodstained handed to banks

And any mending agenda seems a ridiculous happening

So tell me, is there really no more room?

Between the roo and the emu, which part of human is evil?

All I believe it's true, In a world so far from equal

Deceitful, I see such similar people

HOOK:

There's an elephant in the room, a ghost at the banquet

I don't know if I like how it's been anchored

Return the false idols I used to worship

Search through the trash for the proof of purchase

VERSE THREE (EPPSILON):

Just wanna cower in the corner but can't afford to stand still

Those against the grain get trampled

Gotta earn my keep in this anthill, I'm so thankful

For my assembly line position, bashing this anvil

Just take your soma capsule, it can all be so tranquil

Never mind the heavy metals seeping out the landfill

As well as seas that rapidly fill with plastic that kills

The plankton and krill, outnumbered a mill to practically nil

Just make bank for the bills, there's a tank to be filled

I'ma beat this high horse well past it's last legs

Farming the flesh, target a market that's starving to death

Charge an arm and a leg, the "bargains" are theft

But the margins are met, can't harbour regret

Til no arbours are left, just carbon for breath