Futilist's Lament (High Tide cover)

Up your exploitation to the mill I can fly and I will Kill your dreams of darkness now Turn around, See me cryin' Smell the burning flesh in the air Screamin' "child must you stare" Fryin' slowly to the bone When you're gone, Who'll be cryin'? Mother Earth sees the bird Shitting all over her Vomiting their lies of truth In her youth, She was smiling Are you warm, are you clean? Satisfied with your scene? Positively where it's at Growing fat Off your brother I am such amazed, cease my pain Slowing down confusion in my brain Only to be born again As they pretend I grow weary