The executors of chaos
The inheritors of death
We won't even be forgotten
There'll be no one left to forget

Only in their death
Will our debt be erased
And we wait
Build, grow, agitate
As the ice melts and the ocean swells
All our masters are building is hell

The anticipation, the unsatisfiable hunger
The knowing but not ever knowing

As the last trees are murdered
And the insects are dying in droves
Death crawls up the chain