Smokestacks signal the end of time On the horizon the end of mankind Industrial wasteland bringing disease Profiteers ignoring the pleas Bury your dreams in mountains of ash No telling how long this suffering lasts Damage for profit, who made the most Who will inherit this planet of ghosts Hubris of those that held onto power Turns to regret in this final hour Look to god but he isn't there Delusional mass gasping for air