I do hate to say to that more beautiful than I 

That they won’t miss you when you die 

But they won’t miss you when you die 

Victim of the fast consumer, 

Parasite, 

And tried abuser 

Searching for an answer 

Without any reason why 

Noble in your green intention 

Overrun by intervention 

Needle in the arm 

Or a dagger through the eye 

Quicker than they could deface you 

Now they’re racing to replace you 

Muck into the atmosphere 

And smog into the sky 

 

I do hate to say to that more beautiful than I 

That they won’t miss you when you die 

But they won’t miss you when you die 

 

Letters of apologies from billionaire bureaucracies 

The irony of signing off  

And letting the sparks fly 

Contaminating what lays sacred 

The ninety-nine cannot erase it 

All our fates decided by the few who roll the die 

Puppeteering mutilations  

And artificial information 

All subduing  

Our undoing 

Truth to every lie 

All the while the grass lay greener 

In a land of manmade features 

Only until you come to find 

It’s blackened on both sides.