Futilist's Lament - High Tide

Up your exploitation to the mill

I can fly and I will

Kill your dreams of darkness now

Turn around

See me cryin'

Smell of burning flesh in the air

Screaming child, must you stare?

Frying slowly to the bone

When you’re gone

Who’ll be crying?

Mother Earth sees the bird

Shitting all over her

Vomiting their lies of truth

In her youth

She was smiling

Are you warm, are you clean?

Satisfied with your scene?

Positively where it’s at

Growing fat

Off your brother

???, cease my pain

Slowing down confusion in my brain

Only to be born again

As they pretend

I grow weary