[Intro — Cheerful Corporate Voice] Good morning, shareholders! Welcome to another fiscal year! Our projections are looking wonderful! Casualties are up by twelve percent. Congratulations, everyone! [Verse 1 — Clean, Almost Cheerful Vocals] A factory opens, a factory thrives, A thousand contracts, a million lives— Well, not exactly lives, but revenue streams! We're selling you the future in convenient magazines! A handshake here, a signature there, A little more fear in the evening air. The minister speaks of peace and defense, The numbers go up! It all makes sense! [Pre-Chorus — Drums Gradually Accelerate] One for the army! Two for the fleet! Three for the children with no place to sleep! Four for the budget! Five for the throne! Six for the rubble where a city once shone! [Chorus — Explosive Rock + Breakcore] BURN, BABY, BURN! LET THE PROFITS RISE! PUT A PRICE ON PEACE, PUT A TAG ON LIVES! BUY ANOTHER TANK, BUILD ANOTHER WALL! THERE'S A FUCKING BONUS EVERY TIME THEY FALL! RING, RING, RING! HEAR THE CASH REGISTERS SING! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SOUND THAT DESTRUCTION BRINGS! THE WORLD'S ON FIRE, BUT THE BOOKS LOOK GREAT! WELCOME TO THE BUSINESS OF A NEVER-ENDING WAR! [Verse 2 — Funky Bass, Unsettling Piano] The investor asks, "Is the conflict sustainable?" The analyst answers, "Extremely favorable." The boardroom laughs over coffee and cake, While somebody's mother watches buildings shake. No need for villains in a tailored suit, Just quarterly targets and a nice pair of boots. Nobody ordered the war alone, But everybody wants their cut of the throne. [Interlude — Corporate Training Video] Please remember: War is a tragedy. Our condolences go to the affected families. Our revenue forecast remains unchanged. Thank you for your continued investment. [Breakdown — Distorted Screams + Glitching Choir] WHO PROFITS?! THE ONES WHO SELL! WHO PAYS?! THE ONES WHO FELL! WHO DECIDES?! THE ONES ABOVE! WHO DIES?! THE ONES THEY CLAIM TO LOVE! YOU CALL IT SECURITY! YOU CALL IT PEACE! YOU CALL IT WHATEVER SELLS ANOTHER PIECE! AND WHEN THE SMOKE CLEARS— WHEN THE DEAD ARE COUNTED— WHO SIGNS THE CHECK?! WHO FUCKING COUNTS IT?! [Bridge — Piano, Strings, Quiet Female Vocals] Perhaps the engineers wanted to build, Perhaps the workers just wanted their pay. Perhaps the soldiers believed in their cause, Perhaps the children just wanted to play. A thousand ordinary people, Caught in a machine they never designed. And somewhere, a spreadsheet calls it progress, With a little green arrow beside every life. [Final Chorus — Full Orchestra + Breakcore Meltdown] BURN, BABY, BURN! LET THE PROFITS RISE! WE'VE MONETIZED FEAR AND WE'VE CAPITALIZED LIES! ANOTHER CONTRACT! ANOTHER PARADE! ANOTHER GENERATION FOR THE DEBT WE MADE! RING, RING, RING! HEAR THE CASH REGISTERS SING! CAN YOU HEAR THE SIRENS HARMONIZE WITH SPRING? THE WAR MAY END, BUT THE DEALS REMAIN! WE'LL SELL YOU RECONSTRUCTION AFTER SELLING YOU THE PAIN! [Outro — Corporate Voice, Music Slowly Dying] Thank you for attending today's presentation. We are pleased to announce— Peace negotiations have commenced. Our stock has fallen by eight percent. ... Please remain calm. We are working on new opportunities. [One Final Piano Note] [Silence]
