Oh, weary traveler, give me your hand!
Please, forgive us!
We know not what we do,
but follow my footsteps.
You will now understand the truth.
I am a shaman of wisdom,
give me your hand.
Construct and imagine an unbearable dimension.
The destruction of beauty,
it's our fucking fault.
Wrapped into slime and deceit, society is tangled by the apple snake.
The fruit we've savored is not the fruit we were supposed to bear.
We pay with our lives.
This is not the way we were destined.
This is not the way we were destined.
We are all alone.
We are all alone. An abandoned existence.
We are all alone. An abandoned existence.
Substantially at fault, these mistakes that we share.
There is only a common solution we bring to this table of Mother Earth.
We plead for your forgiveness.
The poison has infected us all.
We know not what we're doing.
This destruction of beaty, it's our fucking fault.
Breathe, this pestilence.
This is not hell. This is your creation.
God be ashamed.
We know not what we do.
We know not what we do.
The destruction of beaty, it's our fucking fault.
