The Corpses, We'Re Still Counting
We look for responses when we should find an answer
People aren’t healing, just left with a scar
We are divided when we could stand together
Our freedom’s a trap that leads us so far
They all speak of good future
Well said, by a liar
That’s all just a rumor
The earth is on fire
Riches, greedy; shadows a’lurking
Millions of children
Forcefully working
The world, our home, it’s drowning
The corpses, we’re still counting
National disasters, murder forecasters
The earth could be better without us
We are our own barrier
Those without hope
The disease of death’s carrier
Do all we can to cope
National famine, a crop-barren floor
Not a single flower
Left any more
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