EPISODE · Jun 28, 2026 · 4 MIN
PROCESSION
from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ
**"PROCESSION"** Come, little lambs, the market's warm Your labour is your uniform I'll trade your breath for silver coins And sell your silence to the noise The factories hum a lullaby For every mother's starving cry Your children's hands are made for screens To build the world of golden dreams You think your soul is yours to keep? I'll sell it while you're fast asleep The price is right – the debt is kind Just leave your conscience far behind Hallelujah for the endless sale The oceans rise – but we prevail Hallelujah for the final hour The planet dies – but we have power Hallelujah for the sacrifice Your death is progress – isn't that nice? The earth will burn – the stars will fade But we made profit from the grave The forests fall – they make good desks For anxious minds in corporate nests The rivers dry – they serve our thirst For bottled dreams of plastic birth Your children will consume the ash And thank the brands for every crash They'll wear the shoes of melted ice And call it virtue – call it price Do not weep for what you lose The system needs your weary muse Your blood is oil – your bones are coal Your sacrifice will make us whole The Piper plays – you follow blind He leads you to the end of mind And all of you who cry and bleed Are just the product – yes, the seed Hallelujah for the final sale The seas are dead – but we prevail Hallelujah for the final spree The world is yours – but not for free Hallelujah for the human race You vanish now without a trace The earth will cool, the stars will spin But we'll be counting – from within So go, my children, go and buy Your death is waiting – do not cry The Piper's tune was made of gold Your fate was written long ago In spreadsheets, ledgers, profit-margins blind And I was kind... I was so kind...
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**"PROCESSION"** Come, little lambs, the market's warm Your labour is your uniform I'll trade your breath for silver coins And sell your silence to the noise The factories hum a lullaby For every mother's starving cry Your children's hands are made for screens To build the world of golden dreams You think your soul is yours to keep? I'll sell it while you're fast asleep The price is right – the debt is kind Just leave your conscience far behind Hallelujah for the endless sale The oceans rise – but we prevail Hallelujah for the final hour The planet dies – but we have power Hallelujah for the sacrifice Your death is progress – isn't that nice? The earth will burn – the stars will fade But we made profit from the grave The forests fall – they make good desks For anxious minds in corporate nests The rivers dry – they serve our thirst For bottled dreams of plastic birth Your children will consume the ash And thank the brands for every crash They'll wear the shoes of melted ice And call it virtue – call it price Do not weep for what you lose The system needs your weary muse Your blood is oil – your bones are coal Your sacrifice will make us whole The Piper plays – you follow blind He leads you to the end of mind And all of you who cry and bleed Are just the product – yes, the seed Hallelujah for the final sale The seas are dead – but we prevail Hallelujah for the final spree The world is yours – but not for free Hallelujah for the human race You vanish now without a trace The earth will cool, the stars will spin But we'll be counting – from within So go, my children, go and buy Your death is waiting – do not cry The Piper's tune was made of gold Your fate was written long ago In spreadsheets, ledgers, profit-margins blind And I was kind... I was so kind...
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