Nuclear Wasteland poisened by oil
Fucked up by bombs and the urge to destroy
tons of burned bodies piling up to the sky
and hundred of ship whracks near the coastside they ly
Ghosts from a dawn and our doom at the same
with technic and progress human downfall too came
now that its all a big mess and disgrace
insects and arachs are the worlds ruling race
The end of human kind
is sure to come
but after we are gone
new species will come
the end of everything we know
is sure to come so soon
and after we are finally gone
insects will make this world their own
Six-Armed Saviours
this world is yours to rule
Eight-Eyed Army
of instinctly blind lead slaves
savagly ravaging swarm of the doomed
harvesting all but whats used for their aims
restlesly driven from deep night to noon, a
pulsating black mass that kills, maims
political order programmed to the genes
consience and empathy do not exist,
in their gigantic states where they feed and sleep, a
perfect devouring machine
The end of human kind
is sure to come
but after we are gone
new species will come
the end of everything we know
is sure to come so soon
and after we are finally gone
insects will make this world their own
The end of everything
Will come so soon
And after we are finally gone
Insects will make this world their own
A perfect devouring machine harvesting
Desire for a way to reproductive excess