The planet is still spinning
Like a million years before.
But we have lost the meaning
Of what we're living for.

We kill the mother-nature,
We slay each other too.
The vultures in the pasture,
The hunters at the zoo.

We're sick with lethal madness,
Yet still we play this game.
The winner takes the surplus,
The loser burns in flames.

We have no crucifixion
To stop the end of days.
No omen of religion,
No life for those who pray.

Our life is just a movie,
Though its director's dead.
But we don't know it, do we?
This script cannot be read.

Once you're dead, you'll never live,
This is our rule, please, follow it.
One step aside, and you're in hell.
We swim in shit and love its smell.