Diabolic Way

Sad about those who won't see
Sad about those who won't hear
His diabolic way
Sad about those who won't smell
Sad about those who won't feel
His diabolic way

When the sky will become dark
And the creek starts whispering
Is there the demon waiting
With a twinkling eye
His diabolic way
When the wind blows tepid
And the leafs are rustling low
The cold hand of the mist
Will silently arise
His diabolic way

When the rain starts trickling
Thankful
The earth is taken every drop
Water contaminated
When the clouds have passed
The grey industrial dust
The Sun is burning on this
From capitalism corroded planet

Satans greedy finger
Is getting to this world
And we pave him
His diabolic way

We take the risk to destroy us all
By trying things we won't understand
We take the risk by ignoring the things
We know to save this planet
Because it is not economic