un suspiro, una vida y los sueños del ayer diluidos lentamente en la sombra del placer tan hermosa, tan herida, tan perdida en el presente no se siente comprendida estos sueños no son suficientes este color que encuentro en ti este nuevo medio en el que intento existir el dolor que dejaste estacado en mi es que sin ti ya no siento que puedo vivir hipócrita, consumida por el gusto de tener desechable subconsciente sin lugar al cual volver si se siente deprimida por las causas del ambiente enfrentada ante la amenaza de un planeta mas caliente este amor que sembraste en mi esta costumbre a la que me intento submitir esta flor que creció de mi memoria de ti y siento nuevas emociones que quiero, quiero descubrir este color que encuentro en ti este nuevo medio en el que intento existir el dolor que dejaste estacado en mi es que sin ti ya no siento que puedo vivir este amor que sembraste en mi esta costumbre a la que me intento submitir esta flor que creció de mi memoria de ti y siento nuevas emociones que quiero, quiero descubrir

if the bombs were dropped tomorrow would the songs I wrote remain would someone be there to sing them could they plant a seed for change once the thunder gods have settled silence spread across the lands could we shape a new beginning with the world placed in our hands could we lie down on the grass admire a sky sprinkled with stars on a canvas painted crimson lifeless fields tainted by wars could we find a sense of reason have we lost the gift of choice would I be able to find you just by following your voice could we hear the sound of children would they be a source of laughter on the pastures of our fathers could we stay forever after what does it mean to be alive we try to hide behind our smiles this hole within us, filled with screams the price we paid to reach our dreams and if the bombs were dropped tomorrow would we leave behind a past or would the fields be filled with flowers all these dreams that never were

what the hell is going on, man forests are becoming stoneland corporates are cutting down the trees pesticides are killing all the bees blame it on the meat production and don't forget our reproduction voting for the mass seduction lose your rights for tax reductions spray me with that sweet DDT as we flush all of our microplastics into the sea cold is spreading, evil plants its seed ignorance as mother Earth will bleed fear of safety, hanging on to greed monetize on basic human needs we consume, we sell our souls we like to be under control we choose to do as we are told we sit back, watch our lives unfold shower me in sweet DNA as your gene manipulated organs are shipped away poison leaching through the soil we're stuck inside this mortal coil high on mental masturbation self destruct in desperation television melts our brain corruption sips into the grains medication numbs the pain our psychic powers keep us sane what the hell is going on, man something that I cannot understand we don't know how we should use the land planet Earth's slowly becoming bland close your eyes and count to ten now open them and try again fate has lost its faith in you so what are we supposed to do what the hell is going on, man something that I cannot understand what the hell is going on, man try to fix it if you think you can

once again, the sky is crying tears replaced by acid sweat warming up and slowly dying creeping up, this silent threat like methane bursting through the lakes and suffocating life the red pill that we did not take we're left here without ice glaciers drowning in the ocean man is selling them as lotion wildfires light up the night consumed as distant kilobytes the faster we fall the longer distance we must crawl covering our eyes will only further our demise the same mistakes we've done before our hearts will ache and be left sore we try to find our blessed relief escape within messed up beliefs through urban jungles, crouching tigers hidden dragons in disguise aliens like H R Giger's predators devouring life if ecstasy is what you seek employ the child, destroy the meek monetize procrastination live off nature's exploitation the end of peace, the start of war the smell of death like never before the valkyries, the heart of darkness the water's red in the age of madness the trees are marching to the sea the root of evil, all the bees are breathing in the pesticides forced to join our suicide the faster we fall the longer distance we must crawl covering our eyes will only further our demise the end of peace, the start of war the smell of death like never before the valkyries, the heart of darkness the water's red in the age of madness