Nothing Comes For Free - Pylon
We devour relentlessly, mindless of the source
Indulgently feasting while those that cannot slowly drown
Bloating, while ever rising tides lap depleted lands
Too few generations the cause, many to follow the victims
Yet still we bury our heads in black gold crimes
Separated from worlds beyond our blinkers
Lock the borders. What care I to what happens outside
We have done our bit


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