Rogues Gallery - Way of the Dodo

Is morality extinct
Can we even dig ourselves out of this place
Should we even try
Man birthed this machine
Cut the cord and fed it oil
Our blood and culture
Gave it a face
To big to fail

A Totally separate being
A brand, more alive than you or me
Crushing opponents
Salt the land
Poison the sea
Craigslist'ing votes
And Marketing bigotry
The god of the Millenia
Praise be economy

We live, to die, then our blood becomes the oil
That feeds machines that keep us in turmoil
We live, to die, then our blood becomes the oil
That feeds machines that break us down

Praise be economy, Not Rah
Buddha or Jesus ever
Offered such great rates
In our quest for creature comforts
We forgot about us
And worried just about me
What a fucking waste
The extinction of morality
Happened while
You watched tv

We live, to die, then our blood becomes the oil
That feeds machines that keep us in turmoil
We live, to die, then our blood becomes the oil
That feeds machines that break us down

Has morality gone the way of
The way of the dodo

Written by:
Jason Ebeling, Richard DeSena

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