Letras
I am your creator
I gave you life
The means to prosper
The ability to thrive
You take for granted
The seeds I've planted
Well on the way to a slow suicide
When they say that you reap what you sow
They'll expect something to grow
When you sow your seeds on barren land
You will see the end of man
From dust you came
And to dust you shall return
The corpse of mankind is of no concern
Business as usual
The world is abusable
Was here long before
Will be here long after you are gone
The nerve
The arrogance
Some things don't make any sense
The choice
The inclination
To kill all generations to come
Insignificant to me
Small speck in history
A devastating breed your own worst enemy
I really couldn't care less
If you should perish
You're a deadly virus
The only cure is death
The nerve
The arrogance
Some things I don't understand
The choice
The inclination to kill
All generations to come
From dust you came
And to dust you shall return
The corpse of mankind
Forever burns
When they say that you reap what you sow
They'll expect something to grow
When you sow your seeds on barren land
You will see the end of man