High Tide - Futilist's Lament lyrics

Up your exploitation to the mill I can fly and I will k** your dreams of darkness now Turn around See me cryin' Smell of burning flesh in the air Screaming child must (?few/you?) stare Frying slowly to the bone When you're gone Who'll be crying? Mother Earth sees the bird sh**ting all over her Vomiting their lies of truth In her youth She was smiling Are you warm, are you clean? Satisfied with your scene? Positively where it's at Growing fat Off your brother ???, (?cease/sees?) my pain Slowing down confusion in my brain Only to be born again As they pretend I grow weary