The Plastic Age Lyrics

With conveyors life is fed
until there's the planet Dead.
Wipe the forests, worship drastic
holy deity god of plastic.

You are rot!
Human slot!
Eyes and head that are hollow
is what you got!

Equinox of burning knives,
faux faces, legit unlives.
You fake you, I fake a grin:
pseudo-skin, no mind within.
Cook crisis, sham solutions,
corrupt every institution.
A discount on intelligence
in bundle with irrelevance.

You are rot!
Human slot!
Eyes and head that are hollow
is what you got!

Plastic age!
Welcome! Welcome to the
plastic age!

In vain is to be the one
who pulls the trigger of the gun -
far too little, far too late,
the Earth is done, the grand checkmate...