Extinction - Nausea

The world is growing weaker

With the passing of each day

Riding the westwinds

The fetid stench of decay

Resources dwindle into the consumerist machine

As mechanical vultures pick

The carcass of our world clean

Extinction

From the rot man has sown

He must now reap the seeds

The fruit of his labor

Hunger and disease

We now cling to this dust

Like flies, crawling on carrion

Whose infertile soils are fit

Only to bury in

Extinction

As our dying breath is released to the wind

The innocent lie

With those who have sinned

Their meaningless lives

Have long been forgotten

As the cycle rebirth

Starts to begin

A new day will dawn

Through the rising of smoke

Of civilizations shattered dreams and hopes

New life will rise from mankind’s fall

Whose corpses will feed

On the barren dead soil