No one wishes to die
But now it is either we smile or cry
We always seem to ignore our deeds
As if it was just another night
Just when we just had a big snore

We ignore yesterday
Unafraid that it will find us someday
Are we animals?
Or has our way of thinking become minimal?

We have now become kindred to painfulness
Aliens to those who believe in happiness
It used to be blood for blood
And now it is blood or no blood

Selling our souls to the devil
Deeply in our tainted hearts, have our ways become uncivil?
We are slowly reaching an end
We can tell from the way the wind blows the sand

Primates pretending not to hear
While all the time the fear is getting near and near
When the time comes
I wish not to be near