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I am your creator, I gave you life

The means to prosper, the ability to thrive

You take for granted the seeds I’ve planted

Well on the way to a slow suicide

When they say that you reap what you sow

They’ll expect something to grow

When you sow your seeds on barren land

You will see the end of man

From dust you came, to dust you shall return

The corpse of mankind is of no concern

Business as usual, the world is abusable

Was here long before, will be here long after you are gone

The nerve, the arrogance

Some things don’t make any sense

The choice, the inclination

To kill all generations to come

Insignificant to me

Small speck in history

A devastating breed

Your own worst enemy

I really couldn’t care less

If you should perish

You’re a deadly virus

The only cure is death

The nerve, the arrogance

Some things they don’t understand

The choice, the inclination

To kill all generations to come

From dust you came, to dust you shall return

The corpse of mankind forever burn

When they say that you reap what you sow

They’ll expect something to grow

When you sow your seeds on barren land

You will see the end of man