The Voice of Nature
I supply the food that you eatI provide you with the shelter from the stormAnd yet you neglect to thank me Yet you shun and despise me You destroy the shelter I makeYou kill youselfs to try to make things rightAnd these be the childs God creates?To be in a perfect body To walk on perfect grounds Breeding and shaping into a new face of evilDestruction wherever you go Money in everything you seeTo make things perfect in your eyesTo make things right in your mindIn the end it all starts anewUntil I see a dim light in the futureUntil there is no more of meThings taken are always taken back But its not till the end that you will see