We could talk all night about
Earth's roar
All disaster pieces cut
Our home

Grow it back and don't release
Us before
We are not suppose to leave
Our home

We are put down armour
To the ground
We could be managers 
On the farm

We could talk all night about
How we loved
Demonstrating all above
Human laws

Your cronies always be there
When the crowd goes wild 
They pray for us all 

For the mersy
Please don't judge me