Seems to have been to sell
Or to burn, to kill or to steal
But once we found
Burning fire from hell
Fetid sewage of our abscess
Our avarice defined us
Soon, so soon we formed a hive
Endless fission
Our ambition
Never hearing
Nor recognizing
Beating hoof beats on high
The horsemen ride
We invited them
They could not leave
Without our permission
We caused our own damnation
We live in our stagnation
We kill those who create
We kill those who do not hate
Damnation we have earned
While lives we have burned
What we've done is cursed the world
And can never leave
We've created a system
Devoted to a fiction
We've fed our children
Into a meatgrinder
Never will they leave the grasp
Screaming without sound
They cannot breathe
And gasp for air
In the mess
