Miserable Summer To The Grave

Run back to cover
It's gonna be a fucking miserable summer

Burn out their homes, scatter like rats
Just look at what we've done and continue to do
Still they sharpen their knives, whatever helps them sleep at night
Consumed by ash, out they come, pretending they're sad

They have the fucking nerve to tell us to be quiet whilst they ruin the world
Reach out to me with that blood covered hand
And I'll cut that fucking thing off, do you undеrstand?

Ignoring the warnings
Now everything's burning

First camе the flames, then came the floods
Not from the rains but from tears and their blood
We'd fix the drought if we cut out our tongues
Don't say that you weren't fucking warned

Shut up and listen
They've sped up our extinction
The final nail in the human coffin
Feeding bodies to the death machine
So wipe this slate clean