The hits start coming and they don't stop coming One slip further and you won't stop running Best get comfy in the hole we're digging The graveyard's running out of room (x2)
We face our extinction day after day The masses content to consume The fat on the land is all wasting away The future of life here is doomed
We had it all and we pissed it away Ignored all the signs in our face Lambs to the slaughter with nothing to say Condemning the fate of our race