Lyrics Futilist's Lament - High Tide

Futilist's Lament

Up your exploitation to the mill
I can fly and I will
Kill your dreams of darkness now
Turn around
See me cryin'
Smell of burning flesh in the air
Screaming child, must you stare?
Frying slowly to the bone
When you’re gone
Who’ll be crying?
Mother Earth sees the bird
Shitting all over her
Vomiting their lies of truth
In her youth
She was smiling
Are you warm, are you clean?
Satisfied with your scene?
Positively where it’s at
Growing fat
Off your brother
???, cease my pain
Slowing down confusion in my brain
Only to be born again
As they pretend
I grow weary