Subgenus lace
A chain-linked fate
The bees fly North
They can feel the hangman coming
Millions of machines
Never before seen
Unstitched, unraveling
Laid to rest in a dying world
Oh sister/brother, we're all burning high
I see white dust against the sky
This genocide rivals Dachau
In its endless march of victims
They say the meek
Shall inherit the earth
But all I see are the helpless
Crushed by the wheel of man
They look away
They hide their face
Black market backwash
You see, in this world, money kills
We're in the shadow of a dying world

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