From this mess we’ve made,

there’s no place to hide.

There are no logical reasons,

nor good excuses

for this genocide.

 

We need you God, more than ever,

I crave for your forgiveness!

Though we’ve given our soul away

so long ago

for a bigger business.

 

The mess we’ve made, oh God,

you see, it’s tremendous.

The four horsemen of the Apocalypse,

am I right if I assume

you’ve sent them?