Damage Limitation - Tactical Sekt

I see the end of all things

I see the death of this world

We watched the sky go crimson red

We watched our children wake up dead

Each day we dig our own graves

Each day we make ourselves enslaved

Each night we dream our same dreams

Listen to our cries, listen to their screams

Cradled in the arms of a disease

Surgical insanity

Environmental catastrophe

A pointless round of damage limitation

I see the end of all things

I see the death of this world

We watched the sky go crimson red

We watched our children wake up dead

Each day we dig our own graves

Each day we make ourselves their slaves

Each night we dream our sad dream

Listen to their cries, listen to our screams