Hour 10: Depraved Souls Songtext
von GLEET

We′re lifting the ROI
We're squeezing labour
Tightening their belts
Restricting bathroom breaks
This is how you make a pile
Trickle up economics
For all this luxury
Someone must pay

We are depraved souls
We love depriving

Outsourcing the outsourced
Stripping benefits
Then get them all to train
AI replacements
If you think this bothers us
Then you are mistaken
Workers are replaceable
Profits can′t be


We are depraved souls
We love depriving

When you see lives as abstractions
Numbers on a page
Much simpler to assume
The conqueror's grace
Look at all this fancy stuff
Must be deserving
How else would the peons know
We must be earning?

We are depraved souls
We love depriving
Private jets to flit about
Keep away from the hoi polloi
Burning up the climate
Borrowed future joy
Private islands to exploit
Reshape geography
Surely some day we will burn
On the pyre of history


We are depraved souls
We love depriving
Deprive! Deprive! Deprive!