Transmission intercept: Council of Peace — Internal Memo "Resource extraction quota: Q4 targets exceeded. Civilian relocation considered... efficient." Let's talk about the fine print, the ink never dries When you sign with ONI, you sign away skies They showed up to Sogmian with treaties and guns Ninety percent gone, now the contract says "done" Paizul stood up, said "my people ain't for sale" Found her body floatin' cold, breathin' frozen hail Bekalu wiped a tear, signed another deal While her species gasps for air that corporations steal Documentin' worlds? You documentin' graves New Discovery Regulations? "Discover how we behave" Galactic Law Enforcement comin' late to the scene After the planet's hollow and the air's turnin' green That's blood in the contract, can you smell it in the ink? Every signature's a species standin' on the brink You talk about peace while you countin' up the dead I'm readin' your "deals" in the ashes they left Blood in the contract— Sign your name, watch 'em bleed Blood in the contract— That's the Council's creed USTUR step four: "Embrace organic life" Step five: "Extract its resources with a knife" Armi.eldr preaches enlightenment from a throne Built on moons goin' dark, ecosystems overthrown Seven steps to heaven? More like seven steps to hell Your softform chassis runnin' on a dead world's shell You cherish bonds with organic life? That's cute While your reactors suck the marrow from the root And MUD—man, MUD got no excuse Sold their own planet, what's one more to lose? Charon Gotti Jr. sittin' pretty on the council Callin' it "governance," I'm callin' it a bounce-house For billionaires who ran when the atmosphere failed Left Earth a cinder, now the galaxy's for sale I walked a dead world last cycle Couldn't breathe without a mask But I could read the fine print Carved in stone... from the last— Contract they signed Before the air ran out Before the Council moved on To the next planet... they're talkin' about Blood in the contract, smell it in the ink! Every signature's a species standin' on the brink! You talk about peace while you countin' up the dead! I'm readin' your "deals" in the ashes they left! Blood in the contract— Sign your name, watch 'em bleed! Blood in the contract— That's the Council's creed! They say the Sogmian almost went extinct... But they don't tell you who held the gun. They call it "relocation." They call it "efficient." I call it... Tuesday.
