Devouring natural resources,
is it really worth,
destroying our planet,
our mother Earth.

Machines covered in oil,
drill to the core.
We can't get enough,
always wanting more.

And if we could,
we would,
**** this planet dry,
till we all suffer and die.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.
You're the greediest *******,
that I've ever seen.

And your putrid smile,
how it makes me sick.
The oil that covers your hands,
will always stick.

Our world is crumbling to pieces,
to nothing.
Is it really all worth while?
If they could stop, would they?
No, they'd continue.
No one can wash away,
the sticky black residue.

Wipe the oil from your mouth,
you sick corporate machine.