Somewhere in the universe
There lies a lonely planet
With a billion manmade structures
And only a dozen people on it

They haven't heard a single word
Or felt it in the ocean tides
That other planets keep avoiding them
Because of their bad vibes

See, these people were the "greatest",
They were the "best", they all agreed
So much so that all the rest of us
Were turned to maggot feed

And so the last few dozen people
Couldn't share from what was left
They picked each other one by one
And continued their endless theft

Now these final dozen people
They already had it all
They were richer than God himself
And each one of them stood tall

But when they looked around
And they had no one to impress
No hills to climb, no stocks to buy
They got pretty depressed

When nature finally settled in
And ate all of their homes
She knocked three times and in she climbed
To find them all alone

She asked them each if they would go
And follow her to the unknown
They nodded thrice, she hypnotized
And gulped their bodies down

The earth stood still, the earth was quiet
And nature was content
The last few dozen people
Swallowed with every last cent