Descent of doom, eternal war
All is lost and nothing scored
Dollar signs have filled their heads
Extincted race when all is dead
They fight and battle for fuel and land
Leaving us nowhere to stand
We’re helpless as they ignore our plees
They just sit by and raise the fees
Crisis lime is here again
A war to which here seems to end
Premonitions of the past
Prophets saw the die they’ll cast