Artillery

Think about what you would do – if all prediction should come true
If we were meant to be erased – to dissapear without a trace
Nature tells us everywhere – soon we're running out of air
The resources are running dry – we don't even fuvking try
Can't you see we're running loose – when all we have to do it choose
Let's not make or children pay – millions die everyday
Poisoned by the food they eat – get even get a chunk of meat
The water in the well run dry – so all that we can do inside
Blowin' up the world
Anarchy unfurled
Chaos, mayhem, greed
Killin' our own breed
Brought to sudden death
As the rpophet said