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'' Face The Facts, You Are Finished ''
For civilised creatures,
You portray violent features,
As a species you revel in death,
How to destroy you'd make great teachers,
You love to observe that last breath.
Obsessed with immortality,
Out of touch with reality,
As destruction seems to be your main aim,
Truly the master of total barbarity,
Why is it you don't feel shame?
You'll save a life,
Alleviate their strife,
To cure others you do have the will,
Although compassion among you is rife,
Ultimately you do love to kill.
Anything that's alive,
Trying to thrive,
From mammals to the life in the seas,
Is there anything you'll allow to survive?
Nothing's safe, not even the trees.
With fingers strumming,
Oblivion is coming,
With these facts you refuse to agree,
As your planet dies you lot are still bumming,
You boast there is nothing like we.
As resources run low,
Where will you go,
There's no future for you in the stars,
The intelligent being doesn't know?
There's already alien life on Mars.
You can no longer lie,
Here is where you'll die,
When the human has finally diminished,
As all other life breathes a contented sigh,
‘' Face The Facts You Are Finished ‘'
You portray violent features,
As a species you revel in death,
How to destroy you'd make great teachers,
You love to observe that last breath.
Obsessed with immortality,
Out of touch with reality,
As destruction seems to be your main aim,
Truly the master of total barbarity,
Why is it you don't feel shame?
You'll save a life,
Alleviate their strife,
To cure others you do have the will,
Although compassion among you is rife,
Ultimately you do love to kill.
Anything that's alive,
Trying to thrive,
From mammals to the life in the seas,
Is there anything you'll allow to survive?
Nothing's safe, not even the trees.
With fingers strumming,
Oblivion is coming,
With these facts you refuse to agree,
As your planet dies you lot are still bumming,
You boast there is nothing like we.
As resources run low,
Where will you go,
There's no future for you in the stars,
The intelligent being doesn't know?
There's already alien life on Mars.
You can no longer lie,
Here is where you'll die,
When the human has finally diminished,
As all other life breathes a contented sigh,
‘' Face The Facts You Are Finished ‘'
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`` Face The Facts, You Are Finished ``
`` Face The Facts, You Are Finished ``
