Black Tongue - A Pale Procession

This world is in a tragic state If we act then at least we decide our own fate There's not long left, we shall not last Resources depleting much too fast We are an age of men made of glass Intellect worsening as generations pass Even our skies are filled with waste Piece by piece we are being encased Crush our spirits, Destroy our Souls Whilst you’re herding people with mind control We will grab you by the throat Held by the neck You’re starting to choke Now your kingdom of ashes has been overthrown I mourn for this world always kept in the dark Every single fucking day is a funeral march A pale procession follows at my back This planet is dressed in black Dressed in black This world is doomed Even our skies are filled with waste Piece by piece we are being encased There's nothing left, we will not last Meteorites falling from the sky A welcome embrace for those ready to die No way back We’re all fucked This is the price we pay for our apathy Point the finger at yourself ‘cause you are to blame I mourn for this world always kept in the dark Every single fucking day is a funeral march A pale procession follows at my back This planet is dressed in black Now you’ve made your death bed out of waste and severed heads Lay your bodies down You will not survive I will gladly walk an Earth where no human is left alive