Hands upon my throat Squeezing out the life Trying not to choke Trying not to die
I hate Your growth It makes Me decline I step Aside to watch It burn
Nothing I do will change a thing
I gasp for air Your dreams of selfish growth have turned this world into a fucking wasteland I spit on your fucking grave You are disease-demise Barren wasteland utopia Substandard living ideal Greet the day with another heartless smile in your world of gain