How many years did they waste?
Staring at the digital void
A lifetime of hard work sucked them dry
Too tired to get up, too burned out to try
They said they could be rich, work will set them free
Killing themselves for septic credit
But they always make the worst decisions
When they're broke, destroyed, and desperate
Now they're spent
But we're gonna use them one more time
Improve the ratings, one last show
They are the stars, this is their spot light
Put your head on the block
Try to relax
Take a deep breath
You won't feel the axe
You are programmed for labour, my sweet robotica
In this perfect machine, stretched across the sky
No matter how hard you try, you can't stop
It's like a bomb ticking deep inside
You're just fodder for the advertising algorithm
This is how we let them own us, replace us
While pigs with their golden handshakes
Keep preying on the desperate
Who are spent
But we're gonna use them one more time
Improve the ratings, one last show
They are the stars, this is their spot light
Put your head on the block
Try to relax
Take a deep breath
You won't feel the axe
Now smile!
They love to watch
Love to watch
They love to watch you die
Just another obedient dot
To make the swarm look bigger and bolder
Endlessly repeating the same benign tasks
To appease the stock holders
...which is you
You bought this down on yourself
You bought this down on yourself
You bought this down on yourself
Put your head on the block
Try to relax
Take a deep breath
I swear you won't feel the axe
Put your head on the block
Try to relax
Take a deep breath
I swear you won't feel the axe
Now smile!
They love to watch
They love to watch
They love to watch you die
Now smile!
They love to watch
Love to watch
They love to watch you die