Gaze upon the landscape for miles in a distance of concrete and steel
Look upon the landscape of broken glass and nails Nauseating carnage --
Obscenity calculated to the highest degree It's time to dethrone the
Masters of the scheme; the ones in the labcoats, the shadowed technicians,
The gilded proprietors of the last seas of green Drain the excess
From the bloated machines -- drain the excess and throw the remnants in
The whipcracker's eyes Drain the excess and burn like fire in the sky