There Is No Business To Be Done On A Dead Planet - All Shall Perish

depleting the need of thieves to care

they rise on degradations wings

i’ve seen, we’ve all seen

we have seen the coming price for our

self-righteous greed

a cry from earth for chances

a silent plea

deciphered in a manner

lost in failure

we’ve left innumerous numbers

falling into tears

they’ve lost their lives

weire on a killing spree

killing spree

the blood of tortured souls stains us the blood of tortured souls stains me i can’t bear it we must see where this lies leading

then we’ll listen, then we’ll listen to a cry from earth for changes

a silent plea

deciphered in manner

lost in failure

we’ve whored this world for riches

and we soon shall see

we’ve lost our lives

what good is all their money when

there’s nothing left to buy?