The closer it gets,
the farer we sheer off
Desperate times,
while you're all having enough
Blindfolds tied up by papery greed
all I see
is filthy hands covering humanity
The closer it gets,
the farer we sheer off
Desperate times,
while you're all having enough
Blindfolds tied up by papery greed
all I see
is filthy hands covering humanity
all I see
is filthy hands covering humanity
Automated and mechanized
Hearts are decaying and minds are mesmerized
This progression is regression
we're sole heirs of a doomed nation
Craving gor the green gold in the mines of defenselessness
Building on foundation
pillars of exploitation
Leaving death wherever there's fortune
All the gods among us
and still nothing
We're moving backwards
One step ahead!
That's what we think, but filthy hands can't wash themselves!
One step ahead
facts don't cease to exist
because we ignore them
playing god while digging money

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