Is this the apocalypse?
Living in a world we’ve torn apart ourselves
We say demons will come and destroy it all
Well, I think we’re the monsters here
And what’s scarier than that, I think
Is that I couldn’t be fucked to give a shit
Because it’s not my problem anyway
Because I like this broken world we live in
How can we call ourselves human
When we’ve never shown very much humanity
Only distrust and dishonour and stabbed backs
And a planet we’ve wrecked for all other creatures
After all, we’re just creatures born of mother nature too
Perhaps we’ve mastered our fate
Perhaps we’ve outsmarted nature, and all things natural
But nature isn’t finished with us yet.