The Ire

I wish i was born / deep in a forest No modern lights / nature at its best I wish i stayed there / watching flowers bloom With great distance / from our common doom With all of its spirits / let us greet the night Breathing in the air / bathing in moonlight Burdening ourselves off / from what life can bring And just lay down / while all trees are singing And the rain grows / thicker than blood And mother of all growls / spreading the flood Shouldn't we all die / for all that we've done For not even caring / about all beauties gone And she knows the ire / for we lit all pyres Not to live in dire / world dead by fires For we care not / selfish is our kind Bearers of earth's demise / and we are blind