Black Tongue - A Pale Procession

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 
Piece by 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