Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. You don't own shit motherfucker. I hear the cries, I see the lies You greedy fucks, you're out of touch. With the soul you've lost way back We own this, we own that. Disaster strikes. We take it as an act of God. You fail to see. We dont belong to a God. Well guess what motherfuckers, Mother Natures coming back The sacred lines of the earth dwell deep beneath our feet. Sacred. I hear the cries. You need to see. We need to be set free. No heaven, no hell. Time destroys the speculation men, but confirms the judgment of nature