Lyrics:

Birds covering their ugly colors on black gold
Animals feeding om medicine but never getting old
We hold the pen recording the history to be told
The longer it writes the clearer the horors unfold
Sentenced to death by torture because of their fur
Forget about sickness, it's evil that needs to be cured
The eyes in the cages show endless suffering and pain
Perfect beautiful creatures living in vain
This beautiful place is our womb
This beautiful place is our womb
A treacherous, radioactive tomb
Nuclear waste creates diseases beyond the fantastic
Dead whales in sick sea eating nothing but plastic
They're planning to leave for space, never to return
Leaving the suffering behind, we're the ash, this is the urn