The world devastated by human beings
Trees become rocks in the chaotic architecture of power
Men who do not think, confined to machines and lies
Will die asphyxiated by the polluted air of devastation
Our vast empire, destroyed by human beings
Ashes will be our vision, panting for breath
We are surviving with no happiness
Witnessing trees that have become rocks
Disasters are happening, disgusted nature appears
There is so much smoke we can't see
Purity will be rare and suffering will be vast
Our descendants
With masks trying to see and breathe
Repentance doesnt serve as confort
To the human beings of the chaotic architecture of power
