Lletres: Filth Of Mankind. The Final Chapter. Disposable Civilization (Cywilizacja Jednorazowego Uzytku).

I'm suffocating
In a concrete jungle
Without sun or rain
Locked behind walls

I'm suffocating
Breathing in lead
In an endless traffic jam
On the road to nowhere

No one remembers the law of nature
Which unfortunately cannot be bribed
Mass psychosis of thoughtless consumption
Greed stronger than the will to survive

Treeless landscapes - no chance for rain
Progress and comfort have their own price
The cracked Earth suffers in silence
There's no tomorrow for her inhabitants