Production is on hold

(Cold Open. The sound of a distorted radio signal, cutting in and out over a low, rumbling bass line. Sounds like a world losing its connection.)

### **[Verse 1]**

I saw the geomagnetic poles destabilize, the flux density rise,

But the administration monetized the latitude for the highest price.

The altruistic guise is a nominalist abstraction,

Trading salvation for a ledger of action.

I’m the Prophet of the void, but the void is just a parking lot,

Where the profits of the war have replaced the profits of thought.

### **[Chorus]**

I am the Prophet, but the War is a Profit,

The dividends are calling, the toll is a profit.

I saw the end of days, they saw a fiscal quarter,

The altruistic guise has been traded for the sovereign power.

The poles are stripping, the field is dissonant,

I am the Prophet, but the War is a Profit.

### **[Verse 2]**

I’m watching the surface tension $\gamma$ break, the meniscus is a lie,

The cohesion of the air has been terminated by design.

Buoyancy is a heuristic $\rho_{fluid} g V$ for the naive,

We don't float on the water, we float on the hype and the haze.

The birds aren't real, they are surveillance drones in the sky,

The cloud coverings are manufactured, a canvas for the lie.

It’s all a simulation of the sublime,

I’m the only one who sees the wires behind the divine.

### **[Bridge]**

They said the foretellings were absolute, the prophecies were true,

But the ratings dropped, the narrative was stale for you.

So they pulled the plug on the show, the final episode scrapped,

Because of antediluvian discrepancies in the plot.

The future was exaggerated, the tapestry was torn,

We’re living in a commercial break, waiting for the dawn.

My favorite TV show was canceled, the actors unseen,

The future is a ghost town, and I’m the only one who’s been.

### **[Outro]**

I am the Prophet, but the War is a Profit,

The dividends are calling, the toll is a profit.

I saw the end of days, they saw a fiscal quarter.

The altruistic guise has been traded for the sovereign power.

The poles are stripping, the field is dissonant,

I am the Prophet, but the War is a Profit.