We destroy the Creed,
Where animals feed,
Some must take lead.
We are paper,
We destroy nature
We dig deep,
Into the creep,
Minerals in a heap
We are paper,
We destroy nature
Covered on the surface,
We must find a purpose,
Everything is in opus.
We are paper
We destroy nature
Yet we cannot cure disease,
Not until our bones freeze,
And once we are in peace.
It is Scissors,
Poisonous lizards
Age will control us,
Hit buy a bus,
Fate is a must.
It is Scissors,
Poisonous lizards
In the end we become a rock,
We are once unlocked,
We float from the dock.
Rock is nature.
