Rain falling down like tears from the pain felt from the sky, after being sick for all these years.
No more rivers, just pools of toxic sludge, obelisks that refuse to budge, that were built on blood from sacrificed people picked off like bugs.

There's no signs of any of this stopping.
There's only signs of our progressive decay.
Our fate being sealed as we keep moving onwards, and history will repeat itself if we won't turn the page, so let's turn the page

Anger and hatred, envy and greed, old archaic motivation like the fossils that we feed to these machines that spit out smoke that's harmful for us all to breathe, and food coated in pesticides invading at incredibly fast speeds.

There's no signs of any of this stopping.
There's only signs of our progressive decay.
Our fate being sealed as we keep moving onwards, and history will repeat itself if we won't turn the page, so let's turn the page

Scars across this body of a mother we call a home, who treat just like a prisoner by drilling into her bones.
She is branded by these lines that we use to divide not only to shut out the outdoors, but to keep the world gentrified.

There's no signs of any of this stopping.
There's only signs of our progressive decay.
Our fate being sealed as we keep moving onwards, and history will repeat itself if we won't turn the page, so let's turn the page

And to those men in suits with an ever watchful eye, they're just vicious animals that walk on us and spin a web of lies.
Crocodiles and jackals, rabid wolves, sharks and snakes, cackling behind the walls they've built in this world of which is fake.

There's no signs of any of this stopping.
There's only signs of our progressive decay.
Our fate being sealed as we keep moving onwards, and history will repeat itself if we won't turn the page, so let's turn the page