The Final Match

Lit to burn the fuel river
All ye son's of earth
Scorch creation daily
Technology enables this
The possibility of soil slavery

What we thought wasn't best
Nothing underneath our feet is forever
Someday the source will be just gone
Yet we still scorch creation
Scorch creation

Built to storm bullets like rain
All ye ammunitions of generations
Scorch the earth and all it's creatures
Intellegence wrong we bombed mere children
Open the documents prepared for deniability

What we believed has died away
Nothing we prepare can ever compare
To the unique environements of creation
Her vast eco systems scorched forever
We Scorch creation
Creation