pavement

Home Sweet Home

There comes a time when your surroundings becomes too familiar.

you know every pothole, 

every crack in the pavement, 

even the clouds seem never changing. 

it's then that you know you must break from the comfort of your shell and fly. 

concrete casket

garbage waste human filth
i cant live life without guilt
toward pollution this world tilts
man creates a flower wilts
ozone depleating earth deterioration
natures genocide mans creation
paving roads tearing down trees
we are natures deadly disease

ch: why do we do it
set fire to the place that we call home
why do we kill it
the only place weve ever known

create build tear it down
man made ruins all around
paved jungle of fucking shit
nothing left if we dont quit
dead animals the blood flows
carcasses cascade the side of the road
nature suffers man persevers
nothing left the end is near

ch: 

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