Beautiful World

You're all a bunch of fools

locked up in this beautiful world.

You think destroying the Earth is cool,

for your own needs and stupid tools.

Stop with all your nonsense,

give the world a break,

and see what she gives us.

Not only do I care,

but I feel what she does.

Stop the fucking torture,

cause we're bleeding out in pain,

Mother earth didn't create herself,

to get torn down in fain.

Believe what you will, create what feel,

but I'll be the one laughing when

you're feeling insecure.

The damage is done,

there's no turning back now.

Mother earth is dying,

and none of you feel sorrow.

All you have is vanity,

its raising my insanity.

So when you die from pollution,

and wonder,

where have all the trees gone?

Don't fuss now,

because you didn't step up your tone.

if you would have stopped,

to think of mother earth herself..

we could have stopped it,

And shun ourselves in fame.

But no,

you're all to fucking blame.