Your God’s and masters
Are not going to save you,
When the earth burns to hot
Where will be your God’s and masters,
When you face your final lot
And when we all face self extinction,
Where will out God’s and masters be
Why would they save us, when they saved no other species,
Burn baby, burn, our house will soon catch fire
And we will be the foundation of the funeral pyre,
And mankind will not exist
Our time will be less than the dinosaurs lasted,
So much for being sentient beings
So much for those God’s and masters.
fauxcroft 