Satisfactory Raps

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Just click the flag 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 awaits 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?