High-definition slaughter on a five-inch screen The budget's bloated but the conscience is lean We're calculating craters in the sovereign sand While the masters of the parlor never soil a hand A proxy puppet dancing on a digital wire Feeding the furnace, keeping profits on fire It's a symphony of shrapnel and a ledger of blood Tucking sons and daughters into overpriced mud The geography of mercy has been redrawn in gold Just another fucking story that's already been sold Satellites are watching while the bakeries burn Waiting for the optics and the fiscal return The ethics are a footnote in a quarterly slide There's nowhere for the collateral damage to hide Check the ticker tape, see the dividends rise As the phosphorus rains from the indifferent skies No silence for the martyrs, no rest for the ghosts Just a million new likes for the war crime posts! It's a symphony of shrapnel and a ledger of blood Tucking sons and daughters into overpriced mud The geography of mercy has been redrawn in gold Just another fucking story that's already been sold We watch the feed, we scroll the pain Another digit in their gain It's a symphony of shrapnel and a ledger of blood Tucking sons and daughters into overpriced mud The geography of mercy has been redrawn in gold Just another fucking story that's already been sold