Palate Lyrics

because the walls are not white washed
and no one is rocked to sleep
I'll continue to speak about searing hairs and wet screams
escaping the split necks from what may be the very next conscious species.
if life is a resource how am I supposed to believe that I am not next?
there is something significant in that we have the knowledge that we can destroy or prevent. yet still we have chosen to swallow the Earth.