The plaque of society cripples us all;
our society stands long after its fall.
We still think we matter – a blip in her time
as we raged and we ravaged, that was our crime.
We shunned all the truths, refusing to hear
as we watched our own end, to stupid to fear.
And now, when it’s over, and too late to care
we’ll weep and we’ll bellow, we’ll beat our chest bare.
“We just didn’t know” but now blind men can see
we’ve ripped out the heart of the land of the free.
And now as we wonder if we can survive
we don’t care if Gaia is dead or alive
as long as our pockets we can easily fill
we’ll rip out her heart till there’s nought left to kill.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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