The prophecy
The preposterous fallacy
Entwined in the galaxy
The human tragedy

Self satisfaction
The earths depletion
Is it fact, is it fiction
To perish is to serve
Our twisted tradition

We care not what we consume
We live on our laurels
Punishing as we presume
We will find the answers
In a darkened room

Our dreams, they deny
The tales of fortune,  they are a lie,
We hope that the aspiration to succeed
Outweighs the truth of our desires for greed

And so it ends
A distress call in the dark extends
Echoes, just for a solitary moment
Then the silence of your dreams dance naked
As the world continues,  oblivious
Just like the others, oh so obvious,