There was a forest on this land
Just where these buildings stand
It spread for miles around
Humans lived here, laughed and cried
We fucked and fought, were born and died
All on this fertile ground
And we fished in the streams
Gathered fruits and nuts from trees
Ate the flesh of beasts and birds
And were eaten in return
Life was the product of our deaths
The beasts grew strong on human flesh
Now our children eat their meat
Our flesh and blood did rot in peace
And fed the soil which feeds the trees
Which grew the fruit our children eat
Industrial civilization
Monoculture occupation
Our landbase degradation has one result:
A slow death from starvation
And then we began to learn:
The spark that made the landscape burn
We learnt the power of theft and rape
Learnt enslavement, learnt oppression
Ownership, private possession
Learnt the world was something we could shape
We shaped the world to our desires
The darkness pierced by roaring fires
Sanctified and sanitized
We purged the world through ecocide
As our population soared
And we required more and more
We cleared habitats for farms and mills
Now there’s a pound of flesh behind each bite
Meat eater and vegan alike:
Our food production kills
Industrial civilization
Monoculture occupation
Our landbase degradation has one result:
A slow death from starvation
When you look back at what we left behind
Clearcuts and concrete and barren mines
When you look back at what we left behind
When you back at what we left behind
The blight that is the legacy of mankind
When you look back at what we left behind
The right that we’ve presumed over life that we’ve consumed to feed our appetites
The Earth has been coerced to feed our never-ending thirst: we’re just parasites
The grey expanse of parking lots, factory farms and tower blocks: we’re parasites
The rolling fields of monocrops, the multi-national mono-shops: we’re parasites
The sweatshops and the factories, pollutants and man-made disease: we’re parasites
The dying plants, the starving soil, the desperate quest for toxic oil: we’re parasites
There was a city on this land
Just where this forest stands
It spread for miles around
And humans lived here worked and slaved
Enslaved and killed, filled endless graves
In the once-fertile ground
And then the world reclaimed its own
Built towering trees from flesh and bones
Creepers cover concrete shells
Fresh growth has strangled out this hell
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fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
supported by 4 fans who also own “This Septic Isle”
Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip
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