Lyrics: Francis, Moyses/ Music: INCUBUS)

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Die by violence in this world

Is nothing strange for us

With all those chemicals, wars and destructions

We do not know mother nature has in store for us

The race for economy makes people forget

The lives around this planet

As men become more egoist

Pretty soon

there will be nothing in this world

For men to spare



Pre-chorus:

Stupidity, causing pain

And sickness

To our world

Suffer



Chorus:

On the burial ground

Is what this planet is all about

It's where we are right now

We might not have any future to be found

On this burial ground

We have nowhere to hide

Death is laughing at our cries



And now we are feeling the effects

That the forces of nature has brought

The droughts, Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions

It's gettin worse than even before

We can see the revenge of this planet upon us

As we keep hurting the sea

The soil and the air

Sometimes some catastrophic accidents happen

Causting death rate and we wounder from where

People are dying in civilization of different lands

Because of the drought

Occurences of flooding everywhere

Killing innocent people and leaving others in despair

Abomination because people fear that all these events

Happen without any warning killing unexpectedly

Men subjugate the forces of nature

But we don't know that it's destroying us slowly



The animals are becoming extinct

Seas and rivers polluted by toxic waste

Combustible smoke

Factories are creating acid rains

That is burning our skins

Damaging plantations

And soon it will bring us to death

Air pollution is disintegrating our atmosphere

Allowing the ultra-violet rays to burn the earth

And to provoke us fear



(Repeat chorus)

(Lead)

Soon some of the lives on this planet

Won't exist anymore

Because we won't be able to recreate

Some of the beauty thta we had before

Nobody seems to care

About the future of our children's civilizations

We better act now

So they won't have a life of torment and frustration



(Repeat pre-chorus, chorus)



Cursed by men this world has become

We are building our own tombs

By eliminating our source of life

When blindly we continue the destructions

There's no future

Day by day we are reaching the end of our lives