The hits start coming and they don't stop coming
One slip further and you won't stop running
Best get comfy in the hole we're digging
The graveyard's running out of room
The hits start coming and they don't stop coming
One slip further and you won't stop running
Best get comfy in the hole we're digging
The graveyard's running out of room
We face our extinction day after day
The masses content to consume
The fat on the land is all wasting away
The future of life here is doomed
We had it all and we pissed it away
Ignored all the signs in our face
Lambs to the slaughter with nothing to say
Condemning the fate of our race