This comes as no surprise, we're emptying our supplies.
We're only thinking about the size of the pile of shit to buy.
Over and over, we take what we want to take
even if the bond with nature will break.

And when I lay me down to sleep I wonder why -
I'm feeling fucking incomplete.
I must try to be the guy that defeats all the lies.
Wiser than the ones that I despise.
So listen now.

We are living in this world and we're killing it. It's so absurd.
And for dollar bills, we keep on drilling it, until we're mentally ill.

A big burial site, no light in this endless night.
Please let me rewrite the story to get it right.