Peculate - Imperial Heartbeats, Pt. II | Текст песни

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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 Skills,
Almighty Skills,
to “backward” peoples.

(Press the button on the machine,
so the rich men can make some
more money.
Look how skilled 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 skilled we are now!

Cut the cloth in the right spot—
don’t put the button 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 skilled 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 skills 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.

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