At times I need to see some hope;
some special thing so I can cope.
The doom and gloom, life in despair;
those ones out there who just don’t care.
The beauty that I see decay
so some bastard can have their way
to make another pile of gold
they’ll never spend but simply hold
to prove their power in their minds;
I’ve seen their hearts – those lowly kinds.
They kill all life with their power
even in Earth’s final hour.