Was Before Really Better Than After?

This world's black, bloated and cold

it seems our God is now cracked

worthless and old

nothing cares, love ceases to exist

yet, within this cess-pit

we continue to persist

for the human race is stubborn

never one to give up -

surviving within the harshest of places

'til death forces our eyes shut

we live on massacre, feast upon woe

at one point we found happiness

but refused to let it grow

we kill our enemies, and ourselves

stock the deadliest weapons

upon supermarket and high-street shelves

we punish the innocent, worship the liars

pretty killers and fascists -

we lend a hand to simultaneously

reduce this civilisation to smouldering ashes

freedom fighters, whores, drugs

this sick infatuation with sex -

thanks, but no thanks

I don't wanna live 'cause no doubt I'll be next.