Matricide

Too pathetic to yield
 Our phlegmatic obsession
 The forever ignorant swarm
 Takes aim at the sun
 Despite our omnipresent guilt
 Without the slightest concession
 We meet our mother in war
 It has only just begun
 Gluttonous hands pick
 The meat from your bones
 Filling our homes
 With remnants of greed
 Ravenous eyes watch
 The warm crimson stream
 Down to the last drop
 For us you shall bleed
 Bleed for us
 Bleed, Feed us, beseech us
 Stimulate, nourish
 And don't ask us to reciprocate
 Blindly pushing forward
 Towards the imminent collapse
 Relentless exploitation, in the face of
 The days of her erupting wrath
 Stepping over the edge
 Obese and none the wiser
 We're falling
 We're burning
 We're hailing for you
 Now as we seek our way back into the womb
 Surrounded by cold flesh
 Barren and dead -
 The victim of our murder has turned into our tomb
 Gluttonous hands pick
 Meat from your bones
 Filling our homes
 With remnants of greed
 Ravenous eyes watch
 The warm crimson stream
 Down to the last drop
 For us you shall bleed