"Civilisation", like locusts clad in suits they come With their manifests in hand, engineered to corrupt Machinations made to denude our mother's blood Grow their spawn upon the graves Where once our fallen brother's stood Idiotic selfish ambition of humanity Narcissistic notions of transcending mortality Far from K-selected, slaves to their defective prosencephalon Subject to morbid obsession with armageddon Technopathic necromancers do their worst Nirate fixated posthuman filth of an abhorrent birth Sowing terror, they only see death in the dirt Ignorant to truth that it's the lifeblood of the earth Systematic violence, conspiracy of silence, a biocide Human interaction engineers disaster for all life Desperate to escape the existential pain of their intellect Ready to eject and leave this place in search of death Learn to hear but not to look, to glimpse his mind is to self destruct The fruit is ripe but it tastes of ash, there are some questions you should never ask