Earth Crisis: "Overseers" Lyrics

Masters in microcosms of instantaneous.

 Program the programmer to program.

 Produce to pay for necessities and

 luxuries. Function in every facet in total willing isolation.

 What will become the difference between the operator and the

 machine? Until complete automation leaves them obsolete.

 Tracked from the heavens by the gods of this world. Laughter fills

 glass towers. All is seen by unseen overseers

 as boots crush down slowly onto throats.

 All to maximize net gain the

 unpoliceable funnel spews misinformation,

 Yet most embrace the invasion, the strangulation of liberty itself.

 Peering forward

 into the evolution as the latticework of our future rises around us.

 A cage to imprison the eventual outcome.

 Unknowing inmates on the grid for execution.

 Function in every facet in total willing isolation.

 What will become the difference

 between the operator and the machine?

 Until complete automation pushes them into obsoletion.

 Phased out to maximize net gain.

 Subvert or this will be the end.