There Is No Business to Be Done on a Dead Planet

Depleting the need of thieves to care
 They rise on degradations wings
 I've seen, we've all seen
 We have seen the coming price for our
 Self-righteous greed
 A cry from earth for chances
 A silent plea
 Deciphered in a manner
 Lost in failure
 We've lost innumerous numbers
 Falling into tears
 They've lost their lives
 We're on a killing spree
 Killing spree
 The blood of tortured souls stains us
 The blood of tortured souls stains me
 I can't bear it
 We must see where this lies leading
 Kill these deadly habits
 We must see where this lies leading
 Then we'll listen, then we'll listen to
 A cry from earth for changes
 A silent plea
 Deciphered in manner
 Lost in failure
 We've whored this world for riches
 And we soon shall see
 We've lost our lives
 What good is all their money when there's nothing left to buy?