Song parody of
The Industry of Death
by Bad Optics
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Choice presented as illusion
New state market collusion
You don't know where the money goes
A new state of confusion
Arms sales is big business
There's money to be made through American interests
Propped up by consumer purchase
You have no control
We live off of the industry of death
It all ties back to the industry of death
If you don't have one - the industry of death
Then you are no one - the industry of death
From the food that we eat - the industry of death
To the clothes that we wear - the industry of death
To the movies we watch - the industry of death
And the money we make - the industry of death
The money funnels upward from the child to the parent
Every purchase made takes a path seemingly errant
Defense contractors investing covertly
Everything we buy is made by their subsidiaries
I said well daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles
Death invests in culture, in return it gets disciples
Those willing to die for something that they'll never get
Freedom and autonomy's the carrot on the stick
We live off of the industry of death
It all ties back to the industry of death
If you don't have one - the industry of death
Then you are no one - the industry of death
From the food that we eat - the industry of death
To the clothes that we wear - the industry of death
To the movies we watch - the industry of death
And the money we make - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
Double knot, pulled tight
kick the chair, back slide
Under heaven's simple gaze
everything is man-made
Let me out of this prison
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't wanna be part of your industry
Let me out of this prison
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't wanna be part of your industry
Let me out
Let me down
Let me out
Let me down
Choice presented as illusion
New state market collusion
You don't know where the money goes
A new state of confusion
Arms sales is big business
There's money to be made through American interests
Propped up by consumer purchase
You have no control
We live off of the industry of death
It all ties back to the industry of death
If you don't have one - the industry of death
Then you are no one - the industry of death
From the food that we eat - the industry of death
To the clothes that we wear - the industry of death
To the movies we watch - the industry of death
And the money we make - the industry of death
The money funnels upward from the child to the parent
Every purchase made takes a path seemingly errant
Defense contractors investing covertly
Everything we buy is made by their subsidiaries
I said well daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles
Death invests in culture, in return it gets disciples
Those willing to die for something that they'll never get
Freedom and autonomy's the carrot on the stick
We live off of the industry of death
It all ties back to the industry of death
If you don't have one - the industry of death
Then you are no one - the industry of death
From the food that we eat - the industry of death
To the clothes that we wear - the industry of death
To the movies we watch - the industry of death
And the money we make - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
I don't want one - the industry of death
Double knot, pulled tight
kick the chair, back slide
Under heaven's simple gaze
everything is man-made
Let me out of this prison
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't wanna be part of your industry
Let me out of this prison
I didn't choose to be born in this structure
Let me down, I won't miss it
I don't wanna be part of your industry
Let me out
Let me down
Let me out
Let me down
