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Like a scarecrow on a field, you stand still in despair

There is no time to waste, the earth just had enough

Humans start to fry

Life has died

Evil and mean we are

Scorched landscape

People are groaning

And suffer from their burns

Shouting and moarning

The blood is running red

You can't deny it

What can't you see

This world is dying

From our selfish greed

The rope is tightened

You feel it on your neck

Your breath is ending

Drowning from the filth

The air is black and thick

The nature had enough

This culture of despair

Will be left as a dream

Humans start to fry

Life has died

Evil and mean we are

Scorched landscape