In this hell they call heaven
They promised us what we all wanted to hear A new realm of life for the next thousand years A new golden age of rise and expansion
The skies are pouring showers of burning sand The skies are pouring showers of burning sand
They're draining the oceans
They massacre, call it progress They plunder and call it wealth Exterminate, abolish and steal
They turn into carrion, everything they touch They never know nothing, they seldom knew much
They promised us more of everything, for everybody
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