Stitch the Earth's scars with metal constructions.
Giant metal cables keeping tectonic plates together.
A dead patient, thunder's storms are raging,
a defibrillator, claiming millions of lives
but could it be our savior?
We are lost, bogged, trapped we have set these stages.
Seen Death with several faces
made bets, but Hell ain't gracious.
Accept that's what our fate is
Death, trapped is what our way is
Death that is what'll save us
Having our backs is what will break us...
Stabbing your back is what my rage does..
Stabbing our backs is what our hate does..
Savages, that is what this made us..

So it's best we dissapear...
" Hah, as if we have a choice in the matter."
*"The arrogance thinking we are bigger than what we are. This planet will stay long after we are gone. It will regenerate in time and eventually harbour new life."