Endlings

Crops doesn't give us much
Fish doesn't breed that fast
It's off the balance
The population

Reconsider for what we've done
Inheriting the world to come
What future does the silent tree has?
What future does the ignorant has?

We are the reckless we are fool
To bite all things that we can't chew
What will become this consternation?

Will we find outselves to see?
The green scenery turns arid
We're all to blame out of all things
We're all to blame out of all things

Greed of out present times
Lust that lingers in our past
The silent tree has torn apart
Endlings what will they become