We had our shot, now we're going extinct. The fields all rot from the blistering heat.
We prayed to our gods; they remain unsold. We can't eat the money and we can't drink the gold.
The mother we fought now aims to kill. The brother we shot burned a hole in another. The father we prayed was in our heads. True prophets of love shot dead.
Devils who led said, "We're under attack". Fear ran wild and rallied a pack who built more walls, turned feeling to fact. Ignored the temperature rising.
The sea flood the coastline, the rivers went barren. The wolf told the sheep that the other must die. We ran to the hills and we dug underground; the final destiny of a race undone
Track Name: Nurture
You wake up pure. You wake up into love. You learn to loathe. Stay pure.