**"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...