The Archive

Our stories won't be written with ink and mirth
But carved in flesh and the soul of the earth
The whispers of the wind will cease to be
All we hear is the wailing of the oceans plea

If life by the miracle of death will rise again
When our monuments lay in ruins, we're the ones to blame
As the last rays  of the dying daylight fade 
Remember that our  perseverance was in vain

The shrunken corpses of our loved ones are the heirlooms we leave for no one to witness
- Are we the creators of an avoidable end, or are we the parasites that are destined to fail?

A final wish to preserve our memories
One last breath, One last regret
And with this final message to the future we'll never see
A final wish to preserve our memories
Man deserves to die

Crack the ribcage of Gaia
Expose the rot which is us 
We poisoned the well a millennia ago 
And forced everyone to drink
Now let us drown
Breath in and forget
The fault that which is us
We are the ghosts of the past
Remembered by the few who last

Man deserves to die....