If this is all there is; and compassion's but fleeting in a sea of mediocrity*
We'll tread water in futility. We're all nought but fucking ragdolls to gaia
Why has it become so acceptable to display a consummate aggression
Spat in the eye of progress; all in the aid of an existence as leeches?
They become more anesthetized by the hour, succumbing to a spiritual sterility
Compelling those with beating hearts to sew their eyes shut with but a second thought
More concerned with petty insights of extravagant intoxication
Intravenous injections of venom to poison every man, woman, thinker or feeler
Blind, Idiot Gods of their own creation, survival as parasites
Consuming the roots of the pure and draining the life of the few;
Nothing more than weeds in the garden of Eden, tainting the apple of knowledge
Pure insipid spite in all its twisted glory;
We are a race of roses, natural beauty encased in a crown of thorns
But, this was not to be
Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed
Gaia be damned, Gaia be cursed