Dig up the trees To build the houses Burn down the homes Send in the drones In the factories They're making boxes For other boxes All your life's this rotten, fucking box
The ashes are ashes from smoking the dust We are tetris-idle, \"In boxes we trust\" We’re all turning blue from huffing the glue That bleeds through the seams From the eight-corners that we know Ahh-ahh “In box we trust!” Ahh-ahh “In box we trust!”
All the tiny missing fingers Sweat-shop box with blood that lingers Eyes glued tight on stupid boxes Brainwashed like them crazy foxes Ahh-ahh “In box we trust!” Aghh-aaghh “In box we trust!”
All the tiny missing fingers Sweat-shop box with blood that lingers Eyes glued tight on glowing boxes Brainwashed like them stupid foxes Ahh-ahh “In box we trust!” Aghh-aaghh “In box we trust!”
You're stacking quarters You're under orders
Triangulate your card-bored fate! And cauterize your boxy eyes! But don’t mistake eight-corners make! You're crazy-glued to rubix cubes! Ya' fuckin’ rubes! Boxy-cubey-do-be-doo!