Yesterday, my ancestors lived on a land fresh and clean

But now it's all pollution, putrescence and disease

We stabbed our world, betrayed other species, 

The fear for survival transcended our real needs


Like insects in a giant corn field, 

We're exploiting all that could feed our greed

Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus, 

We spread from place to place, 

‘Till there's nothing left for us


Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago

Yet we're nostalgic about things that no more grow

Because of mankind and its infinite hunger

For expansion and domination over nature


Like insects in a giant corn field, 

We're exploiting all that could feed our greed

Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus, 

We spread from place to place, 

‘Till there's nothing left for us


And we'll never stop !