Watch Human Infect - Bird of Ill Omen

If this world would just die

It might as well be so

Since we poisoned its beauty so long ago

Heads filled and overflowing out the mouth with stock quotes

And sexual perversion, t.v.

dinners and self adoration

The death of a tear the birth of a lethargic smile

Still we manipulate our limbs to stride forward

Ignorant to the truth

As though we never invented the atom bomb

Or silly little objects that govern this universe as we know it

With digits and a mouse

Your times up i pull the plug on humanity disconnect, flateline

I’ll breathe into you pragmatic sanction

Coat your lungs inject you with virtue and stability

Rape this bastard sun

This illigitimate child of god

Shines for the old era now turned anew

Bask now in this revised light

We have given it fortitude with the rejection of this brave new world

Idealism will never bake this bread