Have you ever seen a charcoal sky? A polluted air, a grayish reflection? The charcoal immolates the country Factories move the process along, To promote the general welfare, To sustain the flowing ecosystem of Coal, fuel, Carbon dioxide Living harmoniously With the natural world Kumbaya, Hakuna matata More like Veni, vidi, vici Holy in moloch. The dogma adapts, the Fraud joins with us, Like nature itself. Each monument a disaster Thrown into a cataclysm Surrounded by an apocalypse Caused by a miasma, Founded on our basic humanity. White zombies appear nightly, Crying from the basements of stairways; Poverty is so cruel; Animals, soulless critters, Filthy pigs and tigers locked away for madness Corrupted air breeds the Primitive, poor minds it shuns Those born into the jungle (Tabula rasa, all is possible) Suffer politely under the chaos One with the machine Above the white zombies, doom, Imminent collapse of civilization. Waterfalls, brilliant skies, Angel hair and angel eyes. Roses growing in cemeteries, Violets growing in bedrooms. Holy before the Gods of Industry, Stock markets, Legacy funds, War bonds, Divine taxes, Corporate bail-outs Kneeling, impoverished men And women awake to darkness. The miasma grows, The charcoal emerges, The crude oil surges, The evil air inhales happiness And exhales death, Up-, up- to the sky.