Overseers Lyrics - Earth Crisis

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.