It's a constant humanity overhaul clear cut, and cut to fit
Wild cries of purity deafened
And drowned out by the bellows of domestication, control

Steady flowing lights pouring through the night sky
Running down the drifters of this empty darkness
Urbanization and industrial manipulation
Bleeding the sphere of its life creating pride
Bleeding it of life
Imagine redemption

Covering its surroundings like nets; a blanket of life
Consuming what we take for granted
Yeah if only that were true
But the cocoons haven't changed a thing
Nor will this arthropod
We'd all likе to believe
That only takеs one solution to solve the problem
But the truth is dedication and work
I guess naturalism has become passe