Byron Richard - Damage Lyrics

Look at the damage we've done
Parading around in our lust
Neglecting the needs of our young
So the rich can get richer
Look at the holes that we've dug
As deep and as dark as our glut
We barter with daughters and sons
Cos oil is thicker than blood
When do we repent for the sins of our fathers?
Or is the burden left at the feet of our daughters?
When is it enough?
For this greasy Machine
We habitually feed
As it constantly runs over us
Look at the wars that we wage
Most of them fueled by our faith
We wager our children today
On notions from an ignorant age
When do we repent for the sins of our fathers?
Or is the burden left at the feet of our daughters?
When is it enough?
For this greasy Machine
We habitually feed
As it constantly runs over us
When?!
Oh, I scream out to the Machine
Mercy, mercy!
Mercy for the planet we're constantly slaying
Mercy, mercy!
Mercy for unborn youth we're betraying
Oh, give us sweet reprieve, sweet reprieve
Armed with Armageddon
We race to our destruction
Armed with Armageddon
We race to our destruction