This machine is telling me that I am kind of dumb
It's algorithms we're written to make us obsolete
We're moving on
But something's wrong
I don't see how this lasts for long
And it's too late
To hesitate
We've gone too far to hit the brakes
Just how much can we invest into the death of us?
I can't wait to buy up all of the real estate in Antarctica
We're moving on
But something's wrong
I don't see how this lasts for long
And it's too late
To hesitate
We went too far to hit the brakes
'Cause what we've done
Is sell our son's
Futures out for profit abuse
It's oh so clear
What we hold dear
As we die out in excuse
I know that we're all doomed