Crushing everything in sight, the invaders begin their bloody onslaught They scratch and scrape and cut and pick at the ground, the trees, the rocks, the streams, and every living thing Poking holes in the dirt, drilling and extracting, sending microscopic dragons up to burn holes in the sky Brutish machines, all hard lines and heavy with technological baggage, flatten the mountains and block the rivers
Killing seems to be synonymous with existence to these invaders Without mercy they spill the blood of anyone they see as a threat And slaughter just about everyone and everything else Just in case
A confused and childish bunch, these stupid fools don't fall in line with their natural surroundings They try to manipulate nature To fit their needs, fit their plan
They build straight up while trees branch outward They dig straight canals while rivers meander They pour hard concrete on the cool soft soil They pump oil to the surface while underground it has a purpose
Level the forest to live in a box Fences, walls, and doors with locks 'Cause the fools don't even trust each other No tribal mentality No sisters, no brothers
Their lives are full of lies and deceit You can see it on their faces No inner peace, such anger and tension Treacherous villains full of hate and agression
Worst of all, they seem to think That what they're doing really matters