Remind me what's the reason
OOf our very deep existence
Wondering this land for years
Realizing nothing of its worth
Sitting on a throne of thorns
Wearing the black crown
We can't escape the voices in our heads
Having the tendency
For mass destruction
We are just born to lose
A constant run towards, the finish line
All born to produce, and consume
A spreading disease, upon the earth
Until the world, will dry up
The empty throne, owned by a skeleton
Reminder of the past, bare lands and ruins
We took the black crown, and left us with nothing
We took the black crown, and and lost everything