They are the asteroid
They are the parasites
They are the hell shaping torturers
For everything alive
They don't give a damn
And they are so blind
Their deeds intend
Against survival of any kind
They didn't solve it
In their grandpa-world
They are angry, wild beings
Fading in time
When the little ones will have started
The transformation - we might feel
The forests like our muscles
And the oceans like our blood
When the little ones will have started
The transformation - we might feel
The forests like our muscles
And the oceans like our blood
They are the asteroid
They are the parasites
They are the hell shaping torturers
For everything alive
They don't give a damn
And they are so blind
Their deeds intend
Against survival of any kind
They didn't solve it
In their grandpa-world
They are angry, wild beings
Fading in time
When the little ones will have started
The transformation - we might feel
The forests like our muscles
And the oceans like our blood
When the little ones will have started
The transformation - we might feel
The forests like our muscles
And the oceans like our blood
When the little ones will have started
The transformation - we might feel
The forests like our muscles
And the oceans like our blood
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