So-called Heirs of God, maximal suffering is needed

To premeate the roots of our condition of shame

Is that why we drift into ruin like were blind

Is this the real curse, we just fumble to the end

How can we value life when each born new lessens that of all those born before it, for each disaster

we allow but a respite.

If not by force, then the consumption will never end

When Left unabated, we will never self regulate

We've already spent centries, arguing the toss over nothing

and all we do is ask questions and nothing ever gets done.

Mindless over-valuation of the importance of our lives

A smothering shroud on our planet, until we die

These dogmatic idealogues spewing bile and wasting time

Claiming the ground beneath you, it's time to act because if you dont

There is no future left for you

There is no future left for you, I promise