Peculate - Imperial Heartbeats, Pt. II lyrics

The global chain industry is a Kind, benevolent empire It seeks only to help its subjects Those ungrateful barbarians Out of the kindness of its heart Out of the kindness of its bloody, beating heart It brings Commerce Almighty Commerce To “backward” peoples It teaches Sk**s Almighty Sk**s To “backward” peoples (Press the bu*ton on the machine So the rich men can make some More money Look how sk**ed we are now! Glue the chip right into place— Nothing more That's not your job!— So the rich men can make some More money Look how sk**ed we are now! Cut the cloth in the right spot— Don't put the bu*ton on Or sew the pocket Or patch the hole That's not your job!— Cut the cloth in the right spot So the rich men can make some More money Look how sk**ed we are now!) It creates Jobs Almighty Jobs For “backward” peoples (Almighty jobs Celestial jobs Holy jobs Jobs! Jobs, jobs, jobs! Jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs, jobs! No commerce in a dead society? No sk**s for dead people? No jobs for dead people? The chain industry is not Concerned with the long term After all Its heart can't beat forever.) Don't go to sleep Don't you dream Don't even close Your old, worn eyes ‘Cus we are watching Monitoring overhead Counting our overhead Protecting “freedom.” Sleep is for the weak You are a worker, not a sleeper You toil, not dream Pain is for the weak You are a worker You are the blood flowing through our commercial veins Your cries of anguish are our imperial heartbeat