When the scientists find our remnants, what will they say?
When they find our bloated carca**es
Ridden with sickness and cancers, what will they find?
And what...what will they say?
Will they recognize our self-abuse
As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
Or will we remain, a mystery?
Deformed from malnourishment
Our blood coagulated and inced with disease:
The preservatives, the alcohol, the cigarettes
The meat we gorged ourselves on
For all those years
Will they recognize our self abuse
As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives?
As experts scratch their heads
As doctors shake their hands and wonder what we've done