Cress. Monuments. Earth. Zeneszám

do you think we'll see two thousand, do you think we'll live that long, it wasn't till mankind was born, things started to go wrong, we copulate to populate and the generations flow, the earth is getting weaker, and her heart is beating slow, i feel the earth beneath my feet, but to you it feels like dirt, we poison, we rape it, it took two thousand years of hurt, we fake it, forsake it, progress is always on the take, destroy it or enjoy it, the choice is there for you to make, no solution to evolution, we're genocidal or suicidal, incineration, extermination, exploitation, that's mans creation