Industrial, Aggrotech Toothpinch
Humans Are The Disease

Procreate - incubate - annihilate
Spreading hate - retaliate - shifting state of consciousness
Taking aim - who's to blame - all the same
Feel the pain - tight constraint -
Can never be free.

There's no god in heaven
No supernatural ascension
Just survivors of the dying process
Bearing sinner crosses.

Darkness in the skies
Troubled waters rise
Corpses left to fertilize
The backend earth below.

We fancy ourselves as gods of this age
Have not realized we're incapable of change
Humans are the disease
Humans are the disease

Blue marble world beauty to behold
given to the hands of greed was sold
Nothing left poisoned desolate bones
Stripped of youth to men of gold.