Nothing New
Virus
Yesterday, my ancestors lived on a land fresh and clean
But now it's all pollution, putrescence and disease
We stabbed our world, betrayed other species, The fear for survival transcended our real needs
Like insects in a giant corn field, We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus, We spread from place to place, 'Till there's nothing left for us
Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago
Yet we're nostalgic about things that no more grow
Because of mankind and its infinite hunger
For expansion and domination over nature
Like insects in a giant corn field, We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus, We spread from place to place, 'Till there's nothing left for us
And we'll never stop!
From Letras Mania