Ruined, Burnt and still Smoking

I see the end
In the smoking ruins
Burnt by man
Before us
Given unrivaled prosperity
We squandered it
The future is dead upon arrival
Existence is a gift
It is not earned
Belief in inevitable survival
Is the death tome of this world
We've made the earth unlivable
Visions of apocalypse
In my mind burned
We've strayed so far
From who we should be
From the legacy of birth
We exist
We do not thrive
We hunt down all life
And make it die
Instead of paradise
We are making a desert
Barren from our waste
Barren from our consumption
No redemption
The world will burn
From horizon to horizon
We are done
And I am undone