• I supply the food that you eat
    I provide you with the shelter from the storm
    And yet you neglect to thank me
    Yet you shun and despise me
    You destroy the shelter I make
    You kill youselfs to try to make things right
    And these be the childs God creates?
    To be in a perfect body
    To walk on perfect grounds
    Breeding and shaping into a new face of evil
    Destruction wherever you go
    Money in everything you see
    To make things perfect in your eyes
    To make things right in your mind
    In the end it all starts anew
    Until I see a dim light in the future
    Until there is no more of me
    Things taken are always taken back
    But its not till the end that you will see