Dying Fetus

Turn your back and take a look
at what the world is really like.
What is there for you and I? (Nothing short of suicide)
Burn the candle at both ends,
the options growing few.
Something's wrong, don't pretend (you must now decide)
Mounting pressure, social breakdown
a dying planet, revolution, mass uprising,
we're begging for it.
Live for us, or live for them
the worker is the key.
shut outside, with no defense (from factory to burning fields).
Sweat and blood, for days and years
hours wasted still, more to life than wealth and war?
(what is left for them to kill?)
The force of life, is dead of thirst
golden years have turned to rust, our spirits crushed,
our bodies bleed, our throats are cut.
And dreams of better times have turned to dust.
For the last time, can you fuck off an die?
You made this world, and killed it.
So rich that your cash has made you blind,
you don't give a fuck about us. My patience is too thin to try.
Your kind was made to suffer, by the powers we hold in time.