I believe the whole world is crying  
From the trash, population, killing  and violence
People killing her babies and wearing it for fashion
Killing her babies and calling it profit

Haiti felt her anger on a 7 point scale
And sometimes that anger washes up on land
The Midwest feels her wrath from February to April
Tossing houses and cars all in the air

The south feels her pains every summer
When she cracks her whips and yells like thunder
The north gets to know her heart
when she freezes over
And
The west may think they have it perfect there
But you can hardly see with all the debris in the air

And here in Texas we get it the worse
cause she keeps us hot ,dry and our land filled with thirst

Some brush it off cause they see a rainbow The birds chrip and the breeze blows
But she's not so different from you and I
Cause don't you smile after a good cry

The hidden box,
beyond the abyss of infinite nature,
marks the beginning of the world spinning around.

A box of myseteries, feelings, sins and wars,
an opening of beauty and chaos
in admist of wondering constellations.

An epitome of a hauntingly beautiful destruction,
a slavery of many hypocritical power-driven successor and lust-filled idiots,
crave for brilliant over-taking of the mind.

Seeking the closing,
is hard.
Souls scattered across the Earth,
Gaia is never at rest.