The New Blueprint: Total Control

"Attention. The transition is complete. All keys and crowns are now in female hands. Gentlemen, report to your designated work pens and prepare for... biological duty." Woke up today in a world of silk and stone High in a tower, sitting on a chrome-plated throne No more shouting, no more grease or loud demands Just a bunch of heavy lifters with very calloused hands. See them out the window, moving rocks and digging holes Bless their simple hearts, and their simple-minded souls We kept the tall ones, the ones with decent genes To keep the engine running, if you know what I mean. The world is quiet, the world is finally pink We don’t have to listen, we don’t even have to think About your fragile egos or your mid-life racing cars We put you in the garden, right beneath the stars. "Ugh, look at Batch 7. This one is too scrawny for the quarry. Is he at least fertile?" "Barely. Send him to the laundry rooms. And bring me the tall one from the harvest bin... I need a new footstool for my pedicure." One for the fields, one for the grain One for the pleasure, and one for the pain We’ve sorted your DNA, we’ve labeled your soul Total submission is your only goal. You provide the seed, we provide the law The most efficient world you ever saw No wars, no noise, just a steady beat Of a thousand boots at our royal feet. "Do you hear that? That's the sound of a world that finally makes sense. Now... back to work. Daddy's little world is dead." The world is quiet, the world is finally pink We don’t have to listen, we don’t even have to think About your fragile egos or your mid-life racing cars We put you in the garden, right beneath the stars. The power is absolute. The harvest is plenty. The male is... obsolete. "Don't look up. Just keep digging. I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to breathe."