We, the shameless
An excluded species
Sitting in high thrones
As self proclaimed masters
Of a dying world 

We, spill their blood
As we see fit
Claiming their land as if ours
Leaving their wounds open
And worst of all without feeling guilt
And worst of all without feeling guilt 

There is no language
To excuse these atrocities
Unleashed upon them
Our fellow earthlings
On which we prey 

We, the shameless,
We see it all pass by
We are killing ourselves 
And everything around us 
While dreaming of a fairytale end
While dreaming of a fairytale end