We take this scenic world for granted
Neglecting her demands
We have only ourselves to blame
And our own blood on our hands
'Cause we murder the dreams
Of a better tomorrow
Living on the highest ground
Standing proud and tall
Too convinced of our supremacy
Egoism will be our fall
Slaughtering the innocent
The ones that can not speak
For our arrogance
Their misery fills our needs
Polluting the clear blue skies
Building up to our own demise
Too addicted to understand
Our vanity has gotten out of hand
Crawls out of it's cave
Soon nothing left to save
Attain
The loss common sense
Let our apocalypse commence
The loss of common sense
Let our apocalypse commence
Polluting the clear blue skies
Building up to our own demise
Too addicted to understand
Our vanity has gotten out of hand
Polluting the clear blue skies
Building up to our own demise
Too addicted to understand
Our vanity has gotten out of hand

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