Burning smell of rubber
A solemn sense of dread
Bracing for apocalypse with nothing but the hair on our heads
Racing to kill the last of animal-kind with no remorse
Masks to protect the general populace from scolding fumes
Care to breed into an abundance of sin
The payload being death
This world deserves to die
Is ego holding you back from jumping off the fucking bridge
Not a problem sweetheart, I'm going first, grab my hand
Oh my god it fucking hurts
Oh my god it fucking hurts
This world deserves to fucking die
The worms in the dirt sing a quiet swansong
The swans in the lake, a fairy tale far gone
Bodies aching, far evolved beyond the breaking point
A technological marvel offered to the cattle, anointed
I prayed for a better world
Nothing came from it
And still alive, will we write about the wrongs in the past
Slowly creeping, still on the underground
Something's alive, it burns
A creature not killed, he lives on the surface of earth
One animal, one species to rule them all
We take for granted what we're given while we take the fall
We are a fucking menace
This world deserves to die
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