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Remedy for the earth

Is a human in the dirt

To be brought into this world

Is a wretched fucking curse

Despite all this knowledge we just keep on giving birth

A child born in a world where the food chain is reversed

There will be no one left to dig

None to put you in the ground

Just quietness for the dead never make a sound

Ain't no flowers

Over your tomb

Just a matter of time

Before we meet our fucking doom

Profits over people in this God forsaken land

Corporations act concerned

But they never lend a hand

No hope for generations suffocating in the dirt

Nothings getting better

It is only getting worse

We're fucked

Shit out of luck

Desolate home

Becomes a tomb

No Funeral

No

No funeral

Desolate Home

Becomes a tomb

None left to roam

No funeral

Desolate home