Вершы: Nothing New. Is The Game Over?. Virus.

Yesterday, my ancestors lived on a land fresh and clean
But now it?s all pollution, putrescence and disease
We stabbed our world, betrayed other species,
The fear for survival transcended our real needs

Like insects in a giant corn field,
We?re exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
?Till there?s nothing left for us

Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago
Yet we?re nostalgic about things that no more grow
Because of mankind and its infinite hunger
For expansion and domination over nature

Like insects in a giant corn field,
We?re exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
?Till there?s nothing left for us

And we?ll never stop !