sad about those who won't see sad about those who won't hear his diabolic way sad about those who won't smell sad about those who won't feel his diabolic way
when the sky will become dark and the creek starts whispering is there the demon waiting with a twinkling eye his diabolic way when the wind blows tepid and the leaves are rustling low the cold hand of the mist with silently arise his diabolic way
when the rains starts trickling thankful.. the earth is taken every drop water contaminated when the clouds have passed the grey industrial dust the sun is burning on this from capitalism corroded planet
satan's greedy finger is getting to this world and we pave him his diabolic way
we take the risks to destroy us all by trying things we don't understand we take the risks by ignoring the things we know to save this planet because it is not economic