Putrid Mutants

The gased living
Brainless corpses
Limbs infected by viruses
Discouracing organs

The substances created
Only for existence on the Earth
That just want more beast
The last generation

Putrid Mutants
Forment for madness of deadman races
Polluted water, illsmelling food
No sensation, the existence for history

The eyes don't want just look at shit
Burned down trees dead animals
The world that will stay

Only rats and cockroaches that'll create
Indeed sensible society
But then just there will be not people