Prisoners - Extinction A.D.

Black blood streams through the veins of the worlds economy

While our lives have grown dependent on instability

The hole gets deeper as we dig with our hands and then we tap the oil sands

We go from boom to bust to ashes and dust and we’re all junkies

Prisoners of our society

Black rain fell from the sky for our taking

So many years of slumber deserves a rude awakening

We rape the earth til resources are scarce and it seems like no one cares

Moved to the point of no return, we see the end

Due to insatiable demand

Robbed of all elements, land is now desolate

With a stance of conflict, its a catalyst

Prolonged presence in the middle east

The numbers don’t add up, no WMD’s

No preparations made for life after the peak