Damage Limitation (Tactical Sekt)

I see the end of all things I see the death of this world We watched the sky go crimson red We watched our children wake up dead Each day we dig our own graves Each day we make ourselves enslaved Each night we dream our same dreams Listen to our cries listen to their screams Cradled in the arms of a disease Surgical insanity Environmental catastrophe A pointless round of damage limitation I see the end of all things I see the death of this world We watched the sky go crimson red We watched our children wake up dead Each day we dig our own graves Each day we make ourselves their slaves Each night we dream our sad dream Listen to their cries listen to our screams