Until the Indolence Makes Us Dead Songtext
von Smashed Face

Are my hands as wicked as those
That have made you wail and bleed?
Are my hands as brute as these
That have spoiled your green fo greed?

Are my hands as wicked as those?
That have made you wail and bleed
For fucking 30 years, that′s come to doze
Just fordrone, scorched by mongrel breed


Am I as cold as the human bightmare
To ravage shamefully our very mother?
Less green, much alike a dark lair
Not dead enough to let us bother

Cut down all for naught
Just for fun of being rich
Once bloom, now smashed to rot
For a freak, the human bitch

Is my flesh as sick as yours?
To feast upon the tribal bane
Against the reason, and even worse
A home when wrecked, who remains sane?


Are my hands as brute as these?
That have spoiled your green for greed
Bringing tribulation, the death for trees
Just guess if the barrens can make you breathe?!