The whole world's gone mad

'cause we wanted to change it so bad.

Now there's nothing left to understand

Since this whole process was unplanned.

Wasteland everyway you look,

nothing was left to stay the same.

All of the nature in our hands we took,

which leaves only us in the end to blame.

With no way to repair the damage,

what's done cannot be changed or reversed.

In this sea of ruins we have to manage

to painfully bear our mutual eternal curse.

Generation after generation switched,

replacing the ones previous, but enriched.

With close to no idea how to make it better,

all that is left is to find and take a shelter.

Shelter from all the deathly infections,

mixed with the previously breathable air.

With others you need to cut connections

and about them simply try not to care.

If you really want to survive, be alone.

May seem hard at first, you get used to it.

This new damaged world's just so monotone,

can't seem to find colours for even a bit.

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse raging,

Pestilence, Famine, War and Death.

The Earth's residents have no time for aging,

quickly stolen from 'em is their last breath.