As all humanity had thought it was noble
In a glory, our imagined greatness reigned
We had became confused in our perception
The conceit was deep, and we were a stain
Thought we'd become brighter than we were
As we falsely believed we were the master
When we were but flesh born minions
Gone astray, and broken everlasting
Mistaking the winter dried foliage
For the white pure flowers of spring
After a drought and famine disaster
Instead we saw the remnants of a world
Where our hubris had triumphed
And we were likely to go extinct
With no ability to be defiant
We were soon set adrift
