Project Pitchfork

Onyx
A ring of tears damned into ice We sold the world at a low price We find our selves in the midst of a march And we inhale highly tocix discharge In our eyes we are deep and wise But everything we touch slowly dies We don´t see what´s in front of us We love our ignorance, we hate to discuss Hello mankind, you must unterstand Here comes your final punishment Mother nature invoked a fatal child Her name is onyx and she won´t be mild She is coming from outer space Cause human race has fallen from grace Brace yourself, you are next on her list Her name is onyx – and she is rally pissed She is fed up with human race Each and everyone has fallen from grace She has enough information compiled Her name is onyx – and she´s really wild I am sorry to report this, sir It seems our armies are just food for her There won´t be much left when she is done Nature rules again, cause we will be gone From Letras Mania