The children can't remember, the days of cold
They don't know, what has been forever lost
They seek pleasure, leisure and treasures of gold
A world is dying, this age we will never pay the cost
This is our last stand, knowing what we've done
This is a massive defeat, no victories have been won
The end comes soon, and we embrace our doom
There will be nothing, for we have consumed
Everything, there is nothing to feed our being
Imagine a world of plenty, and a species dies
Of epic starvation
