Beneath the synthetic sky, no stars to light the way
The ground's a quilt of ruins where plastic idols lay
We sift through neon ashes, the remnants of the feast
A scavenger's salvation, the altar of the beast
The trees are ghosts of memory, their shadows cast in ink
The rivers run with fragments, no water left to drink
Welcome to the wasteland, where the past's entombed in glass
A legacy of splinters in a world that couldn't last
We harvest what the ancients left, their treasures turned to trash
In this paradise of scavengers, we sift the plastic ash
The soil's a faded echo, too brittle now to bloom
And every seed that touched the earth was buried in its tomb
We barter broken remnants, the currency of sin
A thousand molded artifacts, but nothing left within
Welcome to the wasteland, where the bounty's all decayed
The future's forged in scavenged scraps, the cost of games we played
We comb the endless relics, the shards of long-lost gold
In this paradise of scavengers, where nothing's left to hold
Once, the earth was green, they say, a cradle rich with life
But greed's a hungry reaper with a long and rusted knife
The harvest now is hollow; we reap what we have sown
In fields of broken polymers, where nothing's ever grown
Welcome to the wasteland, where we feast on hollow dreams
The echoes of a plastic past, unraveling at the seams
We're dancing on a landfill, our history a lie
In this paradise of scavengers, beneath a fractured sky