Here lies this mother
On a forgotten bed
Here lies a lover
That we all once had

We cut her lungs to build
We use the land unfair
We are king of her world
While painting the air
We feast on her living
We drive on her dead
We take without giving
We take without regret

Here lies this mother
Sick of us, till her death
Her fever grows hotter
Time wil take, her final breath