Here in the abandoned land
By our own hand destroyed
Those responsible, the damned
We sneak inside, with no sound
Make our way towards the door
Then once within begin to slide
Down a very treacherous slope
Once we arrived at a place
Where hope can't be found
We act as if we are great
Deserve of some reward
But we do not
We've broken our world
Our homeland is dying
All we've done is dross
As we spit upon this
Once a holy ground
Defiling her innocence
Defiling all of nature
Destroying our home
Lost and future-less
Bringers of pestilence
Riders of the white horse
Destroyers of hope
Destroyer of memory
Leaving the earth bereft
Of life and existence
A toxic legacy
