Overpopulated Filth from Malice by Altered Perceptions

I'm lost and don't know where to go, wandering the planet a forgotten soul.
Just entertain this idea of existence until the world decides to cut off the excess.
I've learned to feel nothing at all.
The trees will soon burn and mountains tremble
I succumb to the pain of our sickness
The end is nigh and no one is listening.

Why do we wander absent minded , a slap of reality to keep us reminded.

We are waste, We are fucking waste.
Overpopulated filth who lack intelligence, I thought we were better then this.

Bring back a more simple age, where there were no factions to intergrade
Our filth will leave a stain one that will remain, past our grave.

Please our star end our reign. On this planetary grave.
So sure to leave our name engraved just to reach a status we'll never obtain.

End this pain, end our suffering, End this plain, End our suffering.

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