Dropdead - Bitter Fruit

Текст песни

Today the future was decided
by rich, arrogant fools
Dogs of war-who've condemned us to death
with fevered dreams of consumption
A fertile ground to plant the seed
-apocalypse disguised
as the rain forests die
and the oceans expire
the fruit that we bear
is diseased and defiled
offered up to the poor
it’s consumed by the child
who inherits a future
that fools have decided