On the periphery of screen time
The deers in the floodlights
Look at us expectantly
As if there was another time
We were stranger to slaughter
Or could even lift a finger
Asking if we win these wars
Or if we just survive them

And gone are the train stations
We now belong to corporate states
And their trails of bloody tears
Are not that far behind us
Their tablature vibe-coded
Designed to induce apathy
In all who touch its shore and sea
So corruptions of the colonies
Were quickly set to work
Erecting monuments of guilt
And trophies for the mantlepiece
The whole world is their oyster
It could’ve been yours too
But their plans bloomed their fruit
And you’re not them, so good for you

It was them who opened the floodgates
Pandora’s settler’s playbook
Empowering all the chauvinists
To seize all they liked the look of
Electrocuting elephants
Sooner dead than lesson learned
Eating shit from each other’s troughs
Chortling in every which way
Shaking hands with their fellow man
Who kill as easy as they breathe
Puncturing their lungs so they sink
And forgetting it the very next day
It’s a sick world now, as they say
They shall carve their initials into it
Just forget about it, as they say
Forget you forget everything anyway

We have hit the bottom
The Marianas Trench
We could not reach lower
Than the depths of their contempt

But you can’t just give shit away
No way, not on their watches
Wave goodbye your collectivists
Both domestic and foreign
Masters of diseducation
American evil is banality
Designed to induce apathy
As the SEALs ice the fishermen
So deep in their own debts
The money found itself in charge
So they all turn in on themselves
In one big fucking free for all
An agitprop so effortless
So heartily believed
My tax dollars will not pay for this
But I’ll pay for Abu Ghraib

And I’ll pay for all your cruises
I’ll pay for every broken bone
And I’ll pay for our aristocrats
To wine and dine on our tabled backs
But I won’t pay for the broken homes
I’ll pay for the soft power
And you’ll pay for my insolence
We all pay at these end of days
So they’ll pay for the dollar coins
They’ll pay for the blood-soaked hats
They’ll pay for their selfishness
They’ll pay for the A-10 thunderclaps
They’ll pay for the animal trials
And they’ll pay for the internet
But they won’t pay in our best interest
Nor will they pay for their crimes

They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all
They’ll pay for it all

We have hit the bottom
The Marianas Trench
We could not reach lower
Than the depths of our contempt