Bleak is Our Future
Green blurs to grey
I enter the industrious city
The clank of metal
Roar of engines
I choke on the poisonous air
Smokey and chemically charged
Artificial people walk artificial streets
Paved in wasted green
Killing what’s pure
The devil daily traded, yet
“Currency, our god” they pray
Mechanical beasts roam
Rubber burns
Hell’s heat burns here
As they scream for more fuel to fire
“The future” they call it
Well, future is bleak
