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hands that kill mold illusions of peace

their fucked up psuedo security

destroy to give birth to technology

to quickn the killin of yo and me and him and her

blind. us humans think we are so smart

creating challenges

how. our sky bleeds in your hands

its nothing

build and build and build some more

industry fucks nature like some kind of whore

quest for invention intelligence gone too far

sythetic environment were doomed from the start

and i guess were all gonna die (my home)

and take everything under th sky (is nothing... to
you)

skies they bleed infecting the land

oceans they vomit onto the sand

wind so foul, a putrid reek

animals they scream in disbelief

and i guess were all gonna die (our lives)

and take everything under the sky (are nothing...
just

used)

humanicide // humanicide

black trees, dead seeds, dirt weeds

how much longer do we have?

humanicide

human beings should have never evolved at all

your heart... your heart as cold as the concrete
that

you lay

your mind... clouded with the polution that you
make

hide... lies... from all of us, the ones you have

chosen to die

smother our earth, blacken our skies

your quest for progess, convenient demise

man... kind... to whom are you kind

the peace that you mold is a lie, all lies

our lives float rejected down the stream

they are nothing, not you or me