The Stupendium - A Matter of Factories lyrics

Welcome from Ficsit Inc to
Our brand-new engineer
We're thrilled you picked us
We're here to bring you
A brilliant new career
Yes, it's true that the terms of your
Servitude are a little bit unclear
But don't fear the years
You'll be spending here
You're a lifelong pioneer!
You're entering planetfall to a
Planet full of resources
Your contract calls that your life revolves
Around rounding up and exporting
And if you happen upon our previous ones
Well, it's your job to report it
Take inventory of the spent debris
But best to leave any corpses

No time for grief so take
Relief in this briefing


These core values Ficsit needs you believing
You'd better learn them if you
Want to be leaving but if you miss it
Know we'll keep on repeating

CONSTRUCT rebrand that land before you as
A grandiose factory floor aUTOMATE
Command it to handle it so
You're free to construct more eXPLORE
You'll fall to a world of wonders
That none have seen before eXPLOIT
Convert that fertile earth to a
Furnace for churning ore


Flora and Fauna, forced to the boundaries
Par for the course when your
Sport's tearing down trees
Pounding them down into powder to power these
Towers you've founded to round our accounts
Seize bountiful mountains of
Countless amounts
Each ground into compounds bound
For the foundries sound of it drowns out the
Howls of the foul beasts
Ousted and out for revenge so look out
Deep down underground, a fortune await's
We've just got to burn down
What's in the way
How fortunate that you have opted to stay
With your life on the bottom line for our pay
So slave away and save the day
In place of wage, you'll pave the way
Stay in the black with shades of gray
Keep sending stacks, you'll get back someday

We enterprise and synergize
You improvise and synthesize
To bring supplies and tint the skies
With inky spires as chimneys rise
The market cannot be denied
We couldn't stop it if we tried
That natural snapshot that you prize
Is simply profit in disguise


Drop a thousand rods in the pod
Ship them off, don't stop
And move on to the Modular Frames
The Rotors and Cables
The table says we are waiting
On lots of crates
And if you haven't got enough on your plate
Well, we haven't got enough of the plates
And the state of the Caterium isn't great
So fill the elevator by end of the day
Mother Nature is minted, it's evident
If we're her kids
Then what is the precedent?
Where there's a will
There's a way to inheritance
(Whether we killed her or not is irrelevant)
No defense for delay, it's expensive
So pay up foreclosure's a moment away
(Financially, we're fine actually)
So contractually, say it again!

CONSTRUCT
An industrial wonderland with a hundred
Belts to ride on aUTOMATE
Set beams to plunder and then
Find somewhere else to siphon eXPLORE
There's a whole ton of funds to
Be funneled under that horizon eXPLOIT
So tear it asunder with thunderous
Sulfurous pyres and pylons

This is a Ficsit reminder!
It's a Lizard-Doggo-eat-Lizard-Doggo world
Out there but that doesn't mean it won't
Also try to eat you!
So be careful! Those uniforms aren't cheap

You've been hurled without leave to
Build worlds without leaves
Scorch the earth, burn the
Trees, crush the birds, squash the bees
Yes the customer may moan
Kicking creatures from their homes
But they'll scream and rant and rave if
They don't get their mobile phones
You may think that it's a lot
Slaying nature so our stocks gain
You may rethink extinction when your
Neck is on the blockchain
All things bright and beautiful
All creatures great and small
Will be scanned and logged and
Processed for the shareholder's bankroll

It's a little bit of sweat
A little bit of toil
And a big blind eye to the wildlife spoiled
If they go the way of the dinosaur
What you crying for? We're just making oil!
So the seas may boil and the skies might burn
But we'll reap the spoils of
The prize you've earned
No quarrel, it's morally grey
Just quarry away morals make for downturn
Mother nature ought to be hung, drawn
And quarterly
Diced up and torn to pieces, export and reset
Our big spreadsheet says more for me
Unlike a life, a price is dependable
Cutting expenses to keep you expendable
Spreading our message, we made you a prophet
So make us a profit
We'll grant you ascension
All manner of valuables need our attention
The fact that there's animals
Ain't worth a mention
If there's a creator
I guess in a sense then
That we are a case of divine intervention
Beyond the heavens, there is revenue to glean
So turn that green to black and we
Can turn it back to green
Tax law is more lax for planets unseen
And in space, no one can hear the machines

Right, I want ten thousand steel beams
On my desk by four!
No, not literally, where would I put them?