Extraction
Corin Dingley, Michael Hix
We devour everything
Not knowing how to stop
extracted everything
Green to brown
fucking the depleted earth
Our collective greed.
Some of us feel guilt
I’d like to believe I’m innocent
But really?
Mounds of mud
Battered wastelands
Will tomorrow come
To fill my hands
We create untruths
Lies of indignation
We go forth and extract
Exploiting land of poorer nations
Some of us feel guilt
I’d like to believe I’m innocent
But really?
Fill my wallet
It feels empty
Our world is no more real
than worlds before us