[Phase 1] We have the math to fold space! We have the code to cure the blood! But we take the smartest minds we have And order them to build better ways to make mud! Look at the screen, look who is standing there! Ancient egos breathing up all our air Pride so fragile they start a war over a line While the rest of us pay for their grand design! [Chorus] Why do we vote for the past? Why do we worship the rust? We could be living out in the stars But we'd rather be kings of the dust! A planet of genius, a species of light Led by the blindest men into the night! It makes no sense! It makes no sense! [Phase 2] Education? What education? We read the titles and call it a thought. We click a button and look what we bought. They feed us a villain, they feed us a fear, And we swallow the hook year after year! "He speaks for me!" No, he speaks for his throne. While the scientists beg for a single bone. We are choosing the garbage. We are ordering the trash. We are smiling while the old men burn the cash. [Phase 3] Look at the progress we paused. Look at the peace we erased. All so some seventy-year-old men Don't feel disgraced. And we let them. We literally stand in line to let them. [Chorus] Why do we vote for the past? Why do we worship the rust? We could be living out in the stars But we'd rather be kings of the dust! A planet of genius, a species of light Led by the blindest men into the night! It makes no sense! It makes no sense! [Phase 4] Vote for the loud one! Vote for the cruel one! Vote for the one who burns the fuel up! Space is too hard! Peace is too boring! Keep the hate machine roaring! roaring! roaring! [Outro] Enjoy the mud. You asked for it. Enjoy the old men. You voted for them. The stars are closed.
