Make Way for the Concrete Jungle There are great gaping scars within this earth. All my friends are dead; All the others–gone. There is so much loss, Loss, Loss, All to make way for this concrete jungle. What matters if the trees have all been cut down, And the animals be made homeless, Or lay dead on your new roads? What matters it if we annihilate all life other than our own? But when the time comes; When we look around and all we can see is that we are alone, Then all we will know is grief, Grief, Grief.
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