What was the deepest despair of mankind?
The true reason we were born and alive?
The answer was right in front of us, now how does it feel
To not see a newborn for a century?
If a disaster is a symphony that moment was only a prelude
Men coughing up blood
Falling to their knees
Every mother's womb
Now turned to a tomb
Over three billion victims from a plague
No one found a reason for its cause
If there's a god behind this all
He shall feel the wrath of the motherland
Men coughing up blood
Falling to their knees
Every mother's womb
Now turned to a tomb
It struck the survivors
As a tide of suicides
Planes crashing to the ground
And nations falling into chaos
So I haul this cart full of bodies
Every man deserves a grave
The reek just won't wash away
The stench of rotting and burning corpses
I can barely remember
When his eyes weren't made of glass
And insides of wool
His youth everlasting
Whilst I grow old
And frail
We all knew the end was coming
Even though we didn't know how
The aftermath is slow and agonizing
We can't breed - this is an extinction in progress