we are the sheep and there´s no sheppard.
home is where the trees were.
man made boneyard built greed.
we lost focus to what matters.
i truly wish your soul will find a place to cleanse itself from what we did to you.
when will the urge for domination leave us?
it does not have to be this way.
boiled alive. I will never forget your face.
waging war on the planet until we ourselves vanish.
your trophies are symbols of disgust.
withered beauty on withered souls walking withered streets.
we need you to hope again.