The future is us—fractured and blind,
Chasing shadows, leaving truth behind.
We erect the towers and burn the trees.
Poisoned are the rivers and oceans diced up with glee.
Plastic, smoke, and shattered promises curse our world.
Bound to our forks in the road, hands bound tight from the greed of our own undoing.
Shores crumble at the hands of the brothers raised by shallow lessons.
Lessons unlearn, and war cry of missteps throw empires beneath our feet.
Voices decade as careless cries live on.
The weakening world around us clutch watch an unyielding sky consume all light.
A gray world lost in anguish stands standing still as we scavenge for any trace of hope.
Endless crumbling strapped to the ruins that glow brighter, the antis glim is all they will ever see.