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What does a megalomaniac who has it all

Crave in his dreams / in his sleep

How could he want more - than every thing?

Does he dream of riches or is it of conquest

The idea of taking it all

In his name, for his greed

As they pull the blindfold over our eyes

We still hear them up in the skies

Dropping fire to scrub the memory of you and me

We are fed through the conveyer belts of their industry

Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end

As we watch them pave our lands

Deforesting the place we called home

Making roads for their vehicles

To transport their economy of wastefulness

Mechanizing

Flattening me

Wrought with disease

Blanket of weeds

Cracking grounds beneath our feet

Laying pipe and circuitry

Transforming our villages into

mechanical digestive systems

Mechanizing

Flattening me

Wrought with disease

Blanket of weeds

We are fed through the conveyer belts of their industry

Like bullets, like cattle, helplessly witnessing our end