Tasting the wind, it might settle you down You've built your life on tragedy, you're mother nature's clown We're way too far inside it to see what's not right And you'd back up real slow, but the noose is too tight, it's too tight We're scarred with death The story of our past, this party is our last This time it's different No committee will be bought, humanity's been caught This blade of gluttony That human kind fell on, because we can't go wrong So taste that toxic wind, you'll soon make no sound The universe is better when you're metres underground All this planet's open sores might heal up when you're gone