This beautiful world is finite
Alive, breathing now
But some day it will end
Her children all live and die
But beyond the toll of life
We become foolish
Everything that can be used
Is used up
Is taken, wasted
And thrown away
We are short sighted and fecund
Whatever we desire some day
Enters into full use, and waste
From pristine to epic decay
Revolutions have no greater cause
Than to replace those in power
The leaders of the orthodoxy
Will be never forgotten
For their leadership
We must rise
Become the soul of revolution
As we live in a world ill begotten
When it should be holy
Living in shadow
Eating what is rotten
Anything innocent defiled
Anything good is spoiled
Children become a commodity
The orthodoxy has a plan
To kill the world
Replace it with machines and man
They all replace joy with money
They've poisoned the planet
They deserve to be ignored
As we all deserve to be forsaken
Our world endures but it is breaking
By our own hand
