The world keeps turning

Treating the earth like an experiment,

Not caring what happens after.

To us - it's just irrelevant:

Whether it'll be crying or laughter.

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Cutting the trees,

Digging the dirt.

We melt, we freeze,

Not caring whom we hurt.

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We created heaven,

We created hell,

Slaughtering out own brethren;

Who said things were going well?

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We created suffering and pain;

Then created the cure.

Are we not all insane?

Purging everything pure.

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There is nothing left anymore:

What are we doing?

What are we here for?

And what are we proving?

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We travelled into space,

We walked on the moon,

Discovered every possible place;

There's going to be nothing left-soon.

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Everything we plunder, we destroy,

Everything in our path is left wrecked and burning,

We don't feel anymore, no happiness, no joy.

And after what has been done, the world is still turning.