Testo Virus

Yesterday, my ancestors lived on a land fresh and clean
But now it's all pollution, putrescence and disease
We stabbed our world, betrayed other species,
The fear for survival transcended our real needs

Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus, We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us

Respect is a word we forgot a long time ago
Yet we're nostalgic about things that no more grow
Because of mankind and its infinite hunger
For expansion and domination over nature

Like insects in a giant corn field,
We're exploiting all that could feed our greed
Like a kind of plague, more like a Virus,
We spread from place to place,
'Till there's nothing left for us

And we'll never stop!