Mirimar Disaster Control. Alter. Delete.
They take form the ground
Place on the land
So man can all house greed's future dead
Will we raise life's hand in shame
This town drowned
Consumed and chewed and spat out
The sites rise to hide our skies above
Why
To replicate a fashion
To reproduce a trend
As the cranes arrive in volumes
Mounted upon these giant vessels
Designed to blind the light
Constant progress
End this cycle
How can they sleep at night
Control
Alter
Delete
What stood so long
You tore them down
They take from the ground
Place on the land
So man can all house greed's future dead
Constant progress
End this cycle
Dead
Constant progress
End this cycle
What stood so long
You tore them down
