Polluted
By: Me.
How does it feel
to be dying from the moment you're born
Homosapian - generation after generation
Penetration after alienation
We are the ant affiliation
Damned from the first creations fucking mistakes.
They make more and more each dying day.
So they pray
To their gods, they say
The one who created it all, so they claim
Make more to use more to take more but not give more
Yet
We are the damned, the ignored, the proud
Point your finger at yourself
For you are the one
Not I
Who has created the demons and pollution inside
Light a candle for yourself
At that statues alter
And pray to god that it saves your soul
For creating this shit-town disaster
We're all forced to call home.
