[Intro | spoken gravelly boss voice over pulsing dark synths | low menace building] Dirtbags... Planetary Industry. The cradle of our empire below. Capsuleers drop their command centers thinkin' they own the dirt. But we run the unions, control the workers, own the people on the planets. They extract, they toil, we profit. Heroes of industry, ha. Slaves to the Dirtbag cause. [Verse 1 | dark techno rap flow | syncopated low cadence | nine to ten syllables per line] Planets spin below in New Eden's endless night Dirtbag Mafia owns the unions holdin' tight Capsuleers plant command centers diggin' deep for ore Think they build the future but we own the core Workers sweat in factories processin' the haul Aqueous liquids base metals answer to our call We twist the lore behind the scenes control the grind Capsuleers launch their goods believin' they are kind Extract autotrophs carbon compounds for the chain Monuments of labor fuel our dirty gain [Pre-Chorus | rising tension | building synth layers | half-time to accelerating flow] Evil jokes we whisper as they play the captain role Planetary serfs break their backs fill our coffers whole Grave robbin' skies above but the real dirt is down They think they save the planets wear the hero crown [Chorus | Haiku structure | anthemic stacked echoes | belted with reverb | five seven five syllables] Dirtbag unions rule Capsuleers extract the wealth Planets bleed our gold [Verse 2 | intensifying dark techno drive | double-time push | nine to ten syllables per line] Huffin' profits silent from the worker hives below Drug precursors flowin' from the planetary glow Hacking data monuments crashin' from the stars While the unions riot under our control from afar Capsuleers haul the outputs think they fuel the fight Mining planetary riches in the cradle light We stoke the corporation wars with steady supply People on the planets chained but never cry Robbin' ancient resources twist the holy lore Dirtbag Mafia laughs as capsuleers want more [Bridge | slow atmospheric swell | breathy menacing delivery | tension peak] Behind the empires factions all aligned We run the unions make the people grind Grave robbin' jokes like pilfered bones from worlds below Monument heists leavin' histories in woe They believe their glory buildin' empires grand We laugh... we profit... shadows rule the land [Outro | fading distorted beats | echoing ad-libs | resolving menace] Dirtbag Mafia reigns... planets under thumb... Capsuleers dance our tune... thinkin' they have won... W H P D interferes but the dirt stays ours... Planetary chains keep turnin'... profits never pause...
