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)