The Number Twelve Looks Like You
Retort, Rebuild, Remind
Keep
Burying (We are in the middle of)
That (One big natural disaster)
Garbage

Our beautiful eyes should never have been exposed to that
It's last call but the party is just getting started
Pump up the air conditioning
'Cause it's way too hot in here

No more fanciful façades
Masked in a decade of lies
No more fanciful façades
Masked in a decade of lies

Continue to drill for fossil fuels
Regardless of the consequence

This planet needs its power
Even if it means extinction
Swine, meat, pig
Will destroy everything in its path

Look profound for my ill pleasure
You're alive somewhere; this pile, a reminder
Retort! Rebuild! Remind!
Retort! Rebuild! Remind!

So let's annihilate everything
In the path for peace
Deny oppression!
Stand up! Stand up!