Mountains crumble under the gaze of humans
For all they has to do is walk
And all in their path will burn
I lay under a blanket of ash, with naught but ash beneath me
Is it cold? Yes. Is it soft? No.
So what have we made?
I don't know anymore.
All I know is that the mountains have crumbled and fallen
Reduced to ash the beauty we once witnessed
And now we are alone
Skies wider than the ocean cower under the gaze of man
he likes to dominate and trod on the dead
And all in his path will burn
I lay under a blanket of cold clouds
Is it cold? Yes. Will it last? Yes.
There is nothing we have done we can fix.
People crumble under the gaze of man
Reduced to ash what we never had
And now I am alone
Laying under the ash and clouds of smoke that I made