I mourn br The fake death of the world br Whose humans are too blind to hear br Whose humans are too deaf to see br Unabled to predilect satisfaction br But so capable to elect greed the fashion br br I mourn br The fake death of the world br Were the sun isn't bright enough to glide br Were the moon is shiny with no glistening br Cultures infringed from all coasts br Religion conjested from all posts br br I mourn br The artificial suicide of the world br Small enough to be shared br Yet immense enough to be vandalise br Souls vanquish at hand to tears br Dreams vanish at hand to fears br br I mourn br The fake death of the world br Perished at our hands br Bannished at our disposal br Are we to regret? br Or on we go with ignorance.