Once again we tread this path Charred and destroyed, it lies ahead Cause and effect - they are the same As for the reason, it matters not The ashes born by earth Scornful pride and gathering dust Such was the way of this crop Now returning to the womb of time Their soul devoid of regret Finger, the trigger, and the time to die Through so, their faces sly The era of humans dictated by rope Graves are full Of the product devised by nothing but an animal Once a pinnacle of advanced time Their season of luck eaten
Disease - man-made suppression of the people Reason - whenever someone had hell to see New lord of the falling few, products insane If they hold out, the government will take their life A rotten game in the fields of world Wrong: dead. No name. Chemicals corrode the earth Now hope is gone, just run for the bunker In the ages to come forgotten like the sun Floating in nothingness Consumed by time No embers, no sound A defaced existence In a cold empty space Short is the supply for regretfulness