A Pale Procession - Black Tongue

This world is in a tragic state

If we act then at least we decide our own fate

There’s not long left, we shall not last

Resources depleting much too fast

We are an age of men made of glass

Intellect worsening as generations pass

Even our skies are filled with waste

Pieceby piece we are being encased

Crush our spirits

Destroy our Souls

Whilst you’re herding people with mind control

We will grab you by the throat

Held by the neck

You’re starting to choke

Now your kingdom of ashes has been overthrown

I mourn for this world always kept in the dark

Every single fucking day is a funeral march

A pale procession follows at my back

This planet is dressed in black

Dressed in black

This world is doomed

Even our skies are filled with waste

Piece by piece we are being encased

There’s nothing left, we will not last

Meteorites falling from the sky

A welcome embrace for those ready to die

No way back

We’re all fucked

This is the price we pay for our apathy

Point the finger at yourself 'cause you are to blame

I mourn for this world always kept in the dark

Every single fucking day is a funeral march

A pale procession follows at my back

This planet is dressed in black

Now you’ve made your death bed out of waste and severed heads

Lay your bodies down

You will not survive

I will gladly walk an Earth where no human is left alive