A Critique of the Human Condition

I want you to know that we’re still alive somewhere in the south pacific
Hiding behind rocks in caves, wasting away our retirement days
I don’t want to run into human debris, the state of your race is embarrassing me
You took all that was left of our great planet you fucked it all up and I don’t
understand it
We just want to find a place to rest our bones
You’re waging wars over far-fetched ideas instructed by gods in the sky
I’ll tell you right now, whats floating up there meteors that took our
families' lives
You abuse your power for more bucks an hour landfills slowly replacing trees
The only vegetation that you’re appreciating — wasting time in front of your TV
screen
We just want to find a place to rest our bones