The Acacia Strain
Brown Noise
This is chaos theory simplified
And stretched out before a jury

No warning has been issued
No compliments have been wholesomely handed out
The time hasn't been used up until it burns
Until it burns

Fear the wounded, for they walk
The earth stronger
Destroy the loathsome, for they only
Weaken the machine

Running the tightrope until the rope runs out
Run it all into the ground then rebuild
The constructs on the boundaries we've been given
Are unfair

And mother earth
Doesn't love you
Our remorse has gone far beyond forgiveness

Until the rope runs out
Run it all into the ground

For when in Rome we shall do
As the Romans