

(Why stay Earthbound when there's Glory in the Stars?)
You've been asleep for a long time Remember the waiver that you
signed? Welcome Halcyon, the biggest lie Corporate ruling under the sky We
own your body, we own the air There's a tax on what
you share
Natural foods, what a boar
Burst is the wurst,
try some more Head to Edgewater,
try some fish It's totally fresh,
and packed with shit Try a mock apple,
taste delight
Even though you know it's not quite right
We own your soul,
we own your mind Corporate jokes are out of line If you
ain't productive, you're a thing to get rid of We draw the
line Work till you die,
or fall ill Just remember,
there's a bill
If you try to escape our grasp,
we'll just pull you right back
All the worlds you could've explored,
the things you said would be galore Well now you work in
a cannery Inside a town with holes that bleed Not a single
ingredient's fresh And nothing compares to the preserved flesh
"It's not the best choice,
it's Spacer's Choice!"
Did you think it was
supposed to look like the poster?
It mostly does
Oh, but you should've read closer "Just ten short years,
to a new frontier,
in Halcyon, heaven awaits"
We own your soul,
we own your mind Corporate jokes are out of line If you
ain't productive, you're a thing to get rid of
We draw the line
Work till you die,
or fall ill Just remember,
there's a bill
If you try to escape our grasp,
we'll just pull you right back
"Auntie Cleo
- It's Better than Nature!" (hahaha)