In our quest for success

we trampled everything beneath our feet

overlooking human suffering.

We bathe in our glory

all excess down the drain

into the sea

reducing fertile life to the mud that we sling. 



Who is it that we call, 

our enemy? 

Is it my closest friend? 

I have my doubts

why does shit have to be a problem for you? 

What if we are born to die like this? 



In our quest to repress

we fucked up everything beneath our feet 

overlooking natural suffering.

While they bathe in all our oil

that we pour down the drain

into the sea

reducing fertile life to the mud that we sling.



Who is it that we call, 

our enemy? 

Is it my closest friend? 

I have my doubts

why does shit have to be a problem for you? 

What if we are born to die like this? 

We had our fears

Had our doubts

We made our choices.



Who is it that we call, 

our enemy? 

Is it my closest friend? 

I have my doubts

why does shit have to be a problem for you? 

What if we are born to die like this? 

We had our fears

Had our doubts

We made our choices.



It seems that we're always wrong

no fear

what if I pretend to give a shit

about my placement among peers.

Hope is gone,

we have failed to save anyone here.

We have no fear.

We have no fear.

We have no fear.

We have no fear. 

We have no fear.