Cruelty of competition
The catastrophe of capitalism
Egos and spite
None of it calcifies
Offering no advice (all alone x4)
To those who follow (all alone x4)
(All alone x4)
They will have to surmise (all alone x4)
It's hard to fossilize
That which has no spine
All the while the rest of us
Composed of bone
Can leave no record in stone
If we're ground to dust
In a world the color of rust (all alone x4)
Whatever follows us (all alone x4)
Will have to theorize (all alone x4)
All the different ways
We may have died (all alone x4)
We may have died (all alone x4)
How disappointed
They'll be when
Unearthing the truth
They will dig through
Our plastic cocoons
They will dig through
Our plastic cocoons
They will
Have to theorize
How we died