Lyrics Heads in the Screen - Sicknature

Heads in the Screen

The trend is big business, missions are sickening for the quick digits
Storming through lands like big twisters without a shit given
Driven by a business style, wild with no ethics
The soil is ruined, turning fertile grounds into desert
Unstoppable greed, doubling the profits with speed
Corporate behemoths conquor another market with ease
The end of self-sufficient and ethical farming
The little man gets bend over, the corporate dick gets ready for plowing
While inequality breathes easy, few are airing it out
Too busy breathing their own air and mirroring the crowd
Money is a global religion and with no sacred pockets
Small farmers dont stand a chance when the devil watches
Their land get taken, everything they shared get abolished
Holding their families tight, with nothing more but tears in the gutter
Hugging the memory of the happiness they practiced once
Now living a life among trash and dump in the expanding slums
Mercyless greed
Contaminated reason
Poor world on its knees
Lives in million pieces
Paradise exists where the green feeds rest
Heads are stuck in the screens as the world outside bleeds death
The trend is big business, missions are sickening for the quick digits
Storming through lands this minute without a shit given
Demolition of thousands of homes
Another socalled perfect world created on top of a mountain of bones
All purchased for an unheard price
As the odour of death offends the ground that had once served life
The pollution of dreams, nightmares with crooks full of greed
And the first world becoming more hooked to the machine
Mechanical safety far from the attack of the drones
A safe zone inside a world whose collapse is composed
While innoncent civilians, building a life with their bare hands
Watch their school burn, their village remodeled to mere sand
Homeless and broken, moments get frozen
Caught in a Ragnarok between democracy bombs and holy explosions
Hugging the memory of their beloved, once caring and devoted humans
As their cries echo from within the smoking ruins