Human Secession: Proposition of a Neo-Technocrat

Lay down where the grass is green

And let the insects consume your face

Nature lies so perniciously

And she's poisoning the human race

So give me a moment's peace

Grant me escape from all the hate inherent in this beast

Just build me a wall between it and me

Concrete walls and wire mesh fences

Survivalism calls for us to come to our senses

The next disaster's an inevitability

But it comes faster when we make ourselves the victims of prophecy

A silent hypocrisy

A passive stance as suicidal as it seems