O Specialist! Universe’s Pissed
Look up in the sky
Tilt your head in the direction of clouds
Reign of the sun frowned upon stars
Broke into the environ to give the scars
Ring the bell, hit the drum roll
Let your happiness turn into darkness
O layman! O human!
While you die, celebrate the joy of Beethoven
You thought you were so clever
When you created the artificial rose
It hails your name around the world
The beauty, you described, frantically twirled
So dream out loud, let your tech-ego excel
While mugging the nature for development cry
O inhalers! O breathers!
Let your mortal body crush into the squeezers.