Their wings glued with oil
The plastic took their place
They left without a trace
The sins we made led us astray
I hope these words will find their way
No more ants on the ground
The floor is just too hot A
And now they can't be found
No more plants in the fields
That's why the silence yields
The sins we made led us astray
I hope these words will find their way
No more ants on the ground
No more plants in the fields
The sins we made led us astray
I hope these words will find their way