Our Future Is Painted Black

A destiny written from the day of our creation
Born to spread destruction
Disharmonious beings, a sort of interference
Conflictual form of existence
Spawned as spores
Infiltrating in the core of nature
Formed as sores
Infesting the tissue of life

The equilibrium of things upsets in front of his presence
A parasite with million mouths, scourge of the planet: humans

Longing for supremacy over the whole world
Discordant to other life forms
A cruel instinct leads to aggression
Inborn hostile behaviour

Tread the world
Leaving a trail of ravage
Consume the earth
As a tumour devour its host

Our doom is easily predicted
Future of the next generations
Is awful and plagued by death
Painted by our own hands
Black as the darkest night

Evolved in part, the primordial impulse is still present inside
Irrationality and conscience: a constant collision in the same mind
The fracture inherited through the eras is getting worse as the time pass

Maker of his own end, he follows a path in decline
That crumbles behind him and every step he makes is closer to the edge
Now open really your eyes man, it's not hard to see our future is painted black

Black on the last page
Painted with our ignorance
Is this the prelude of extinction?
Future has no more sense
Our death has been confirmed

Evolved in part, the primordial impulse is still present inside
Irrationality and conscience: a constant collision in the same mind
The fracture inherited through the eras is getting worse as the time pass

Maker of his own end, he follows a path in decline
That crumbles behind him and every step he makes is closer to the edge
Now open really your eyes man, it's not hard to see our future is painted black