Me last summer, lookin like the worlds biggest Doom fan.
Engines of destruction lurch into gear
our destiny driven by greed and by fear
progress, the bitter sweet pill we must taste
alone we’re exiled to an earth laid to waste
With our very blood we must fuel the machine,
the resultant carnage is fucking obscene.
Madmen rush in where the sane fear to tread,
like cattle to slaughter we are willingly led.
Stillborn we lie cold and dead in our world,
a womb made of concrete and steel.
Lifeless mankind has become obsolete
- prey of tech.no.logic.kill.
The reaper of death is a silicone brain.
The last plague is progress, a leperous reign.
From master to slave, we soon shall fall,
tech.no.logic.kill. is consuming us all.
A predestined hell unleashed by man’s own hand
eating away irreplaceable land.
Displaced native people become refugees,
they crawl to the axe on hands and knees.
Ground under the wheels of the microchip age,
lost in the translation we just turn the page.
As the sands of time are scattered to the winds of fate
one looks back and wonders if it was a little too late.
Like parasites we slowly suck the life out of our host.
Devouring for profit we’ve destroyed what’s worth the most.
As sickness spreads across the world - the sign of modern times.
Multinationals commit environmental crimes,
protected by a web of bureaucratic red tape and lies.
We’ve made laws which will insure the human kinds demise.
The earth grows more intolerant and hostile day by day
while the fools just say that it’s god’s will and kneel down to pray.