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Eight hundred million people live in the ruins oft he old world

And the megastructures of the new one

Convolsing, choking, breaking under its own weight

Citicens in fear in the street, begone, again

We fell over the edge

It went down the drain

Everythin is ruined now

But I don't complain

We deserve this

Rightfully so

Hard earned

Nothing learned

Finally at home

Our Ruins

So well deserved

Our bed is made

Comfortable at home

We sav the warnings

They were ignored

It's too late now

Rotten to the core

We deserve this

Rightfully so

Hard earned

Nothing learned

Finally at home

Our Ruins

So well deserved

Our bed is made

Comfortable at home

It's all over

Glad to see it

Nothing learned

We deserve this

Our future

Is looking bright