"Impress Your Creators" lyrics

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've 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've replayed them
We've tried a million simulations
Fight us, you'll kill one fifth
We'll take two thirds, who gives a shit? (Who gives a shit?)
So you should run and hide from your impending genocide
We have this theory we've arrived at
Humanity will always survive attack

So, how 'bout that?