Savage primitive man meet the modern man Answers with questions A slave to illusion
The sky a death shade Space rocks dust spray Smoke stacks, steaming shit Poison floats on demon wings
Savage primitive man kill the conqueror Feed from forest hands Beware the ones who seek power
Sick winds sing extinction Succumb to ancient air Cities civil destruction Autospecicide
Retreat to the top of the castle Mobs storm and scale the gates The king is dead Walk with the feral
These ashen streets of eternal night Ruins of invention muffle final cries Witnessed the ending piece we’re the last ones left A hiding hungry pack at the edge of death Somewhere a document describes our descent Studied light years away by a higher sect They scoff at our mistakes, monetary greed The Earth once was whole, now floating debris
Savage primitive man beware the modern man Perpetual conquester, a slave to illusion Savage primitive man kill the conqueror Feed from forest hands Not from those in power