Troutrace

Polluted waters
 Achievements of our fathers
 Nothing but a septic stream
 Left to our children to delight in
 Who once drank
 From the undefiled babbling brook
 Now mud covered is his face
 Forced to extinction
 By so called creature of god
 Using its intelligence
 That's turning into a foolness
 The waters of flowing stream
 Now smelling steel and concrete
 Awaken from the nightmare
 That's slowly turning into reality
 The waves grow higher
 And the stream is getting wilder
 Along the river
 Our journey goes on
 The winds blew strong
 And the trees resounded forlorn
 Boat floating further on every pull
 Oar on and on, forevermore
 We're closer than we ever thought
 The truth's lying here, somewhere so deep
 Increasing storm before our eyes
 We're about to enter in
 We must oar away
 And find the way
 Through the haze
 Get to the troutrace
 After all that we have done
 Before it's too late
 To nature's decay
 When the world is falling down on us
 We're shutting our eyes from it all
 When the world is praying us
 We turn our backs to it all
 No matter how high is your mountain
 How shiny are your stars
 When they are made of plast
 We must oar away
 And find the way
 Through the haze
 Get to the troutrace
 After all that we have done
 Before it's too late
 To nature's decay
 And when we arrived
 Nothing but a peaty stream
 Was all we saw
 Left to us to drown in