Mankind in a wasteland
Sacrificing quality for quantity
Naked money trees
Blood stains on the leaves

Risking love for war
Creaked yet open door
Beyond this dusty floor
Reveal a future that does not miscarriage
For I'm tired of losing hope
Inside this worn graveyard

Should I sacrifice my life for torn petals?
Should I question drinking cyanide?
Or tasting acid strips on rainy days?
Base my life on human imperfection
To define what my mind could dream
Judge what in life is serene

Mankind in a wasteland
Too sureal to feel a need to smile
Human kindness rotting
Smelling foul

But beautiful could it be
Love in sweet serenity
Living to love another's skin
Lending a dream
To a man in need
Children born by a lonely seed

Laughter killing the cyanide
Stars inside my cup
As I sip on paradise
On human wastelands