It's 2063, and it's the death Of the last tree And in this world of great illusions We are driven in confusion Our creation, once a miracle Now destroyed by our hand We won't live to see 2064 Not in this world I'm in heaven, 77 days 'til doomsday Break the circle, 77 days 'til we're gone Look to the sky and ask Him "Why'd You let me go?" We devoured this wonderful kingdom This is Hell We're part of it somehow Self-destructive and hypocritical This behaviour is so typical How I wish it made more sense We won't live to see 2064 Not in this world This obsession in our heads