You make the noise stutter,
Wind change Direction, Ill-thought manners,
Crying Fires in the sky,
Making the weather tremble.
We don’t see what we don’t believe,
Living on the empty onus of man,
Stricken high, but the pain below,
Cannot wait outside no more
Everything is natural, but the air,
Its full of the blame we spat out,
See it in the bright night air,
Slowly killing us in the mind
I just want to leave here,
Alone in my planet, lost in space,
Live and become old here,
In the array of death.