Clinging mass of swirling waste
Eyes behold a sight of gloom
Churning flesh come sliding home
Bees and Birds their wings grown old
Their speed has gone their legs deformed
Tiny thoughts that never grew
Are lost among the wetless dew
Smoking rafts are floating high
Reveal the deeds of days gone by
Earth's own shroud now looks of gray
It's seas and trees have turned to hay
Echo's greet the ones who yell
Warring tribes now own the world
Science learning a search for truth
Have slid beneath the roaming puke
Man was great he touched the stars
Now he breeds in rusty cars
Where once stood cities spiraling high
Now hangs death a poisoned sky
Flowing softly pinkish foam Clinging mass of swirling waste Eyes behold a sight of gloom Churning flesh come sliding home Bees and Birds their wings grown old Their speed has gone their legs deformed Tiny thoughts that never grew Are lost among the wetless dew Smoking rafts are floating high Reveal the deeds of days gone by Earth's own shroud now looks of gray It's seas and trees have turned to hay Echo's greet the ones who yell Warring tribes now own the world Science learning a search for truth Have slid beneath the roaming puke Man was great he touched the stars Now he breeds in rusty cars Where once stood cities spiraling high Now hangs death a poisoned sky Explain Request ×
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