(---) Pt. 4 - Swans

And all across America

The poison fires glow

And in the blood of our procreation

Annihilation grows

Yes, love was made for slaves like us

Designed to fetishize

Consumption, waste and an identity

Based on a dying lie

So God forgive America

The end of history is now

And God may save the victim

But only the murderer holds real power

We came across the seas we’d fill

With offal and disgust

And any object industry required

We bought, enslaved or we crushed

And now our minds are as naked

As the paradise we stripped

And our reward is our entropy

Our emptiness is our gift

So God forgive America

And every human on this Earth

And God forgive the ruined lives

And nothing is what it’s worth