filth of butchers. no sympathy to the cries of the living. all sad
eyes cry. march of death. as the human race waits in line. one by one
over the cliff as we perish in the cleansing. unknowing. they lay
there as an example of our selfishness. or everything beautiful a
flower died today. we failed the test as inhabitants. our ice age on
the clock. as they cry in our succession of destroying ourselves.

whats that? it's the sound of a billion people gasping as the last
tree ever is cut down. making room for our mega malls and feedlots. we
might destroy the one thing capable of maintaining our existence. the
richest man in the world will be the man who creates blacktop that can
produce oxygen. the fifty year countdown is upon us. the fifty year
countdown to our nonexistence. it's a wonder we have lasted this long.


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    General CommentAH, so damn good.

    what's that?
    it's the sound of a billion people gasping as the last
    tree ever is cut down, making room for our mega malls and feedlots.
    acityofwebson March 17, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song is written so beautifully. I really don't think any explantion is needed. Our world sucks, and we did it to our self.
    JFFBon February 21, 2007   Link
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    General Commentit really is a wonder we have lasted this long.
    hate00on April 17, 2008   Link
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    General Commentband RULES
    exitstrategyon March 29, 2011   Link

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