From the ashes of what remains In between the river banks Of the Tigris and the Euphrates Ancient Sumeria Lies a story of creation Gods who came from outer space Genetic manipulation Created us as slaves We were made in their own image Who from Heaven to Earth came Mining gold to mend the atmosphere Of planet Nibiru And as all was once created All of it will be erased We were doomed from the beginning We are the slave race How long until the end of time Waiting until the end of time We are left without a purpose Holding on abandoned and in pain We are the bastards of the astral plane Equally fearful and anxious Waiting until the end of time We are in the dark without a way Creators will destroy us all We are tools for the master race Equally giving and taking Waiting until the end of time