Song parody of
Nothing Knew
by Birthwaters
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Labor, stolen, far beyond, the means
Needs beyond necessity became desires of greed; born in bellowing repose.
Lives lost to monotony;
Creativity breeds suicide.
High atop mountains stars fall from the sky,
Watch every plain set ablaze from the dry,
Oceans rise, marine life despair,
Valleys devoured with no life to spare.
Fertility has reached the seams of our capabilities,
Death bursts through the means; turn to run.
Sow its seeds into flesh of the weak, soaked in their blood, to reach roots deep,
Bury the hatchet deep within caskets of lost sympathy.
Sow its seeds into flesh of the weak, soaked in their blood, to reach roots deep.
Hearts pump, chests rise, eyes bat, and will lies.
Scatter ashes of those you loved.
A crack in their wealth split with each tear mothers wept, sobs shook;
Skeletons of profits to dust, caressed brittle glass to ruin.
Shattered chains were our dreams were kept,
Pain ripples beneath the earth's crust.
The earth wept; turn to run.
Labor, stolen, far beyond, the means
Needs beyond necessity became desires of greed; born in bellowing repose.
Lives lost to monotony;
Creativity breeds suicide.
High atop mountains stars fall from the sky,
Watch every plain set ablaze from the dry,
Oceans rise, marine life despair,
Valleys devoured with no life to spare.
Fertility has reached the seams of our capabilities,
Death bursts through the means; turn to run.
Sow its seeds into flesh of the weak, soaked in their blood, to reach roots deep,
Bury the hatchet deep within caskets of lost sympathy.
Sow its seeds into flesh of the weak, soaked in their blood, to reach roots deep.
Hearts pump, chests rise, eyes bat, and will lies.
Scatter ashes of those you loved.
A crack in their wealth split with each tear mothers wept, sobs shook;
Skeletons of profits to dust, caressed brittle glass to ruin.
Shattered chains were our dreams were kept,
Pain ripples beneath the earth's crust.
The earth wept; turn to run.
