Letra de Slimewave Zero

"Civilisation", like locusts clad in suits they come
With their manifests in hand, engineered to corrupt
Machinations made to denude our mother's blood
Grow their spawn upon the graves
Where once our fallen brother's stood
Idiotic selfish ambition of humanity
Narcissistic notions of transcending mortality
Far from K-selected, slaves to their defective prosencephalon
Subject to morbid obsession with armageddon
Technopathic necromancers do their worst
Nirate fixated posthuman filth of an abhorrent birth
Sowing terror, they only see death in the dirt
Ignorant to truth that it's the lifeblood of the earth
Systematic violence, conspiracy of silence, a biocide
Human interaction engineers disaster for all life
Desperate to escape the existential pain of their intellect
Ready to eject and leave this place in search of death
Learn to hear but not to look, to glimpse his mind is to self destruct
The fruit is ripe but it tastes of ash, there are some questions you should never ask