Eight billion people in the human race
Forests ablaze
Oceans of waste
Collapse creeping around every corner
Everyday inching closer to disorder
Politicians distract
While Oligarchs pillage
Divide and conquer
Stacking up the damage
Captivating fear
Spewing from the media
A trojan horse
For their future dystopia
The Cull is coming
Unbalanced system crashing down on itself
The Cull is coming
We will reap what we've sown
Parasitic species
Eating all in its path
Every day we're learning
That we will not last
Brutalizing nature and our own human beings
Guns in our mouths
Ignorance seething
Burning down cities
Building weapons of war
If we're the image of God
We make him look like a whore
Downfall abreast
We're living inside a war
Welcome to hell
A prison to all
The rich building bunkers
Poor watch from afar
They all know what's coming
Amassing their wealth
Depopulation plans
Eliminate the slaves
When they're no longer needed
Mass open graves
The Cull is coming
Unbalanced system crashing down on itself
The Cull is coming
We will reap what we've sown
The Cull is coming
Too many people fighting over the scraps
The Cull is coming
Our destiny ends in total collapse
Grip on reality
Slipping more and more everyday
Sliding into abysmal decay
As we stumble through life in a daze
Grip on reality
Slipping more and more everyday
Sliding into abysmal decay
As we stumble through life in a daze
Grip on reality
Slipping more and more everyday
Sliding into abysmal decay
As we stumble through life in a daze
The Cull is coming
Unbalanced system crashing down on itself
The Cull is coming
We will reap what we've sown