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