Impress Your Creators

There was an average Tuesday
There was a shooting star
Then everything went fucking nuts

They landed giant spheres
Contacted us, confirmed our fears
That they were gods
So listen up

They said we are your makers
One chance to impress your creators now
So straighten up

They said you have one decade
And then they closed their doors
And they were gone into the skies

So we went straight to work
Together we would make a much better Earth to survive
Another life

So we were ready when
In ten years time they showed again
To judge our lives

And when they asked us how we'd been
We told them busy from the start
We pooled our resources and planned
Everyone doing their own part

So how 'bout this
Enjoy our fist
We built more weapons to rain fire upon all of you
You think you run the show
We're stronger than you'll ever know

We've run the numbers we obeyed them
We've tried a million simulations

Fight us you'll kill one fifth
Well take two thirds who gives a shit (who gives a shit)
So you should run and hide
From your impending genocide

We are this theory we've arrived at
Humanity will always survive attack

So how 'bout that
(How 'bout that)