We are done for
I am not a humanist.
That we are in control is an illusion
brought on by the morphine drip of everyday life
True beauty in this world is nothing to do with us
Think. We are done for.
Subterranean seas of lava wait to burst, burn drown us. How dramatic!
We hide our eyes from the the disaster we alone have created
Denying science but yet hoping for Silicon Valley magic to save us all.
But it is too late and disaster will not go away
Pray for magic fools. We are done for.
I would slowly burn my right hand in a hot fire to show you
To show you agony, and arrogance
Where we have lost our way
Where animals are ours to abuse
And we chase money like it means something
True beauty in this life remains nothing to do with us
For Earth to live we must die. We are done for.
