Skyclad The Ilk Of Human Blindness
Midsummer 2045 they lay upon The beaches burning Insects on a ball of rock Upon it's axis slowly turning Steel and concrete melanomas Punctuate the hot sunrise Spines now chilled by global warming Microwave their last goodbyes. For sixty years or more they say Mankind had known there'd come a day When there would be a price to pay. "Square Eyes" watched The fools game show The first to go and last to know Sat eating junkfood on death row (Feeding the fall of the human empire) No prophet cast the money lenders From their polystyrene temples Noone heard the penny drop All interest shown was incidental. Pity the chairman of the board For all these years he's piled his hoard But penniless he'll meet the lord As all the world prepares to die He stands before the needles eye Whilst countless millions pass him by (Fleeing the fall of the human empire) Recalling all those wasted hours Of motions passed and minutes taken Maybe now he feels remorse For all the souls he has forsaken. Silhouettes of living corpses Remnants of a transcient race March toward the red horizon Evanesce without a trace. The proud rub shoulders with the meek On debris littered city streets They fight like dogs for scraps to eat The welfare state's in dissaray All social order slips away The "Primrose Path" lead to decay (The Curtain falls on the human empire) Codes of conduct redefine As justice turns to legal crime These monsters masked by human features Are by far the blindest creatures.
