Under the poison rain, I see the barren forests
Desolate landscapes swarmed by hunters
I sit by the empty river bed, green rot is grabbing me
Dark acid clouds incoming, no sound of the wild,
Only mud on my hands

Selecting, shaping, dominate
Getting beat up, every time we stand for
Sliced canopies, so called invasive species, the shade of a tree
Nature vanishing, quit denying

Take a look up into the skies, still count more planes than stars
Don’t pretend it’s gonna be fine, shivering eyes don’t lie

Mirror of our kind, I can only feel the dead wind
Splitting fauna’s territories, replacing rocks with concrete
Ponds with landfills, trees with lampposts,
Givin’em highways as new homes
All painted green, just makes it darker

Watch the living suffocating, Exterminated species flowing
Quietly waiting in the queue, ecocide will be carried through

Selecting, shaping, dominate
Getting beat up, every time we stand for
Sliced canopies, so called invasive species, the shade of a tree
Nature vanishing, quit denying

Feel the gasoline pumping through my veins