The end of man wont be the end of the world
Mother Natures Infanticide
Mother Natures Infanticide
We can see it coming
Shes been
Cheated
Mistreated
Her resources are depleted
Shes bruised
Abused and confused
Now she must choose
To get rid of the fruits
She carried in her womb
Our existence is doomed
Were gonna get
What we deserve
Shes all worn-out
With more than she can bear
Unbalanced, tilting and spinning in despair
Suffocating trying to breathe some air
Wondering why life is so unfair
We pumped the essence of her past
In our vision of the future
Shes longing to be free at last
Burden of motherhood is torture
Open wounds in the atmosphere
Modern warfare in both hemispheres
Her choice is made we need to disappear
Our dear Biosphere will not shed a tear
Bipolar meltdown
Shell watch us drown
Her distress is profound
Shell think her crime is justified
Its assisted suicide
Shell choke us down
We wont be found
Shell bury us all, deep in the ground
Her parasites will all subside
Mother Natures Infanticide
This song is no prophecy
Its a cautionary tale
Written in the skies and the seas
Or measured on the Richter scale
Are these gigantic eruptions
Caused by some mantle disruptions?
Or is the sacrifice of her prized possession
Nothing but a crime of compassion?