I am your creator I gave you life The means to prosper The ability to thrive You take for granted The seeds I've planted Well on the way to a slow suicide When they say that you reap what you sow They'll expect something to grow When you sow your seeds on barren land You will see the end of man From dust you came And to dust you shall return The corpse of mankind is of no concern Business as usual The world is abusable Was here long before Will be here long after you are gone The nerve The arrogance Some things don't make any sense The choice The inclination To kill all generations to come Insignificant to me Small speck in history A devastating breed your own worst enemy I really couldn't care less If you should perish You're a deadly virus The only cure is death The nerve The arrogance Some things I don't understand The choice The inclination to kill All generations to come From dust you came And to dust you shall return The corpse of mankind Forever burns When they say that you reap what you sow They'll expect something to grow When you sow your seeds on barren land You will see the end of man