Disposable Heritage

Everything has already been broken
Poison air, plastic choking out the ocean
Animals tortured without a word spoken
Chop it down, drill the ground without emotion

There's ninety thousand pounds of trash
We leave behind after we pass
A single use then thrown away
We treat it all the same

To profit nothing's sacred
By force everything's taken

Every day feels so helpless
Everyone is so fucking selfish
Watch the world slowly die
Watch the world turn a blind eye

I'm a descendent of this stolen land

We assign some value
Move mountains for a made up price
Brutality in the name of liberty
A violence at the heart of everything

No reason other than blind greed
No freedom in the land of the free
Building cages, meant to suffer
Bind and torture for your comfort

I'm a descendent of this stolen land