Black blood streams through the veins of the worlds economy
While our lives have grown dependent on instability
The hole gets deeper as we dig with our hands and then we tap the oil sands
We go from boom to bust to ashes and dust and we're all junkies
Prisoners of our society
Black rain fell from the sky for our taking
So many years of slumber deserves a rude awakening
We rape the earth til resources are scarce and it seems like no one cares
Moved to the point of no return, we see the end
Due to insatiable demand
Robbed of all elements, land is now desolate
With a stance of conflict, its a catalyst
Prolonged presence in the middle east
The numbers don't add up, no WMD's
No preparations made for life after the peak

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