Eggshell Tainted raindrop. Chemical blue. Shapeless grey lid, Close in on you. Diminishing space Each and every day, Yet increasing a distance For which the coming shall pay. We live in a time where it means to make sense For a father to profit at his childrens expense. To keep draining the earth without putting anything back. A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked. Heatwave pounding A shield grown thin. Twisted cycles Empty within. A legacy left From generations of sin. Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in. We live in a time where it means to make sense For a father to profit at his childrens expense. To keep draining the earth without putting anything back. A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked. We had it but we sold it.