Coma Lies. The Great Western Basin. We Are Thorns. Zeneszám

Were all falling for the lies of The Governments.
An Earth of grace, untouched by human instinct.
The oceans pure, soiled by your greed.
These corporate hands will strangle this world of all its light and beauty.
We are few but we are sharp, on the stem we pierce our prey.
Flooding rains will drown you.
Were the ones who give a damn about lives that aren?t our own.
We're thorns waiting to see the rose, we're just the thorns.
Building with slaves, fighting with fathers.
Clear it all down, into the ocean.
We had our chance, we didn?t learn, don?t let us back on the surface.
Man don?t deserve one more chance.
We're just thorns waiting to see the rose.
Bring back mother natures wrath, your fate is sealed for your crime.
Too many of us know the truth that is leaders kill the innocent.
Building with slaves, fighting with fathers.
Clear it all down, into the ocean.
From where we came, the strong stand tall, our numbers grow in sun still bright.
Man don't deserve one more chance, we have to earn this old earth.