Besedila: The Lonely Forest. Leader Holding His Eyes.

(Concept: The Wiseman's thoughts on Earth's depleting beauty and arrogant leadership.)

This hole is my home, It's far underground.
I hide from the world and the deafening sounds
That show me the world can't move slowly
All the routine
And our, and our meaningless lives

All we had is gone,
Tell me Lord what have we become?
When water, earth and sky are sacrificed
By leaders ruling blind

So the trees die
And the leaves fall.
Under gray sky
No sun at all.

Factory smoke seeps into clouds
Will my children's children choke on our ignorance?
Choosing to live destructive, pestilent cold lives
Oh you're hoping that someone else
Makes these changes instead

All we had is gone,
Tell me Lord what have we become?
When water, earth and sky are sacrificed
By leaders ruling blind

So the trees die
And the leaves fall.
Under gray sky
No sun at all.
And the trees die
And the leaves fall.
Under gray sky
No hope at all.