[Verse 1]
They show you the pellet, small and pure,
white-coated hands, a promise secure.
No mention of seams carved deep in stone,
no mention of tailings, fields overgrown.

[Pre-Chorus]
Earth split open in a searing rite,
bound to a myth of eternal light.
Dress it green, call it new,
cover the wound, but it seeps through.

[Chorus]
Sustainable? You dig like coal.
Sustainable? You gut what is whole.
Sustainable? You sell the lie.
Thousands of years and it won’t die.

[Verse 2]
“Clean baseload, forever bright,
safe reactors through the night.”
But fissile fire is never free,
it feeds on blood and chemistry.

Conversion towers breathe their gas,
enrichment halls where the turbines mass.
Silent trades behind closed gates,
acid rivers, gilded states.

[Chorus]
Sustainable? You dig like coal.
Sustainable? You gut what is whole.
Sustainable? You sell the lie.
Thousands of years and it won’t die.

[Bridge]
Budgets swell as the schematics stall,
deadlines stretch, ambitions fall.
They chant “renaissance” while the mines run dry,
while Fukushima still melts on by.

The pellet priestess declares it clean,
while vessel walls betray the scheme.
A turbine spins, a turbine trips,
the cask is sealed, the timeline slips.

[Breakdown]
You cannot close a cycle with a hole in the ground.
You cannot call it balance when the sickness surrounds.
You cannot sell the future when the waste is your past.
You cannot call it progress when the waste will outlast.

[Final Chorus]
Sustainable? You dig like coal.
Sustainable? You gut what is whole.
Sustainable? You sell the lie.
Thousands of years and it won’t die.

[Outro]
They show you the pellet…
they hide the mine.
They sell you the moment…
they steal all time.