Cruelty of competition

The catastrophe of capitalism

Egos and spite

None of it calcifies

Offering no advice (all alone x4)

To those who follow (all alone x4)

(All alone x4)

They will have to surmise (all alone x4)

It's hard to fossilize

That which has no spine

All the while the rest of us

Composed of bone

Can leave no record in stone

If we're ground to dust

In a world the color of rust (all alone x4)

Whatever follows us (all alone x4)

Will have to theorize (all alone x4)

All the different ways

We may have died (all alone x4)

We may have died (all alone x4)

How disappointed

They'll be when

Unearthing the truth

They will dig through

Our plastic cocoons

They will dig through

Our plastic cocoons

They will

Have to theorize

How we died