wise men
come, you wise men and lead us to your promised land of cheap fuel and easy pickings, flame grilled and finger-lickin'.
come on, die down. it's all done.
burn us, too bright sun, thermo-nuclear diamond. there's no need to plan now everything is barren.
come on, die down. it's all done.
evolution finds an equilibrium. when we're dead and gone a better breed will rise up strong.
fair well, dinosaur. it's undone.
