Retribution

Our mother grows angry Retribution will be swift We squander her soil and suck out her sweet black blood to burn it We turn money into God and salivate over opportunities to crumple and crinkle our souls for that paper, that gold Money has spent us Left us in smog Locks is dark, room is bright, screams empty to us Left investing time, hollow philosophies To placate the fear of our bodies returning back into our mother Demand awakening The path we have taken has rotted Ignite, stand upright, conduct yourself like lightning because The retribution will be swift