Crops doesn't give us much Fish doesn't breed that fast It's off the balance The population Reconsider for what we've done Inheriting the world to come What future does the silent tree has? What future does the ignorant has? We are the reckless we are fool To bite all things that we can't chew What will become this consternation? Will we find outselves to see? The green scenery turns arid We're all to blame out of all things We're all to blame out of all things Greed of out present times Lust that lingers in our past The silent tree has torn apart Endlings what will they become