Kamchatka - Eggshell

Eggshell

Tainted raindrop.
Chemical blue.
Shapeless grey lid,
Close in on you.
Diminishing space
Each and every day,
Yet increasing a distance
For which the coming shall pay.

We live in a time where it means to make sense
For a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.

Heatwave pounding
A shield grown thin.
Twisted cycles
Empty within.
A legacy left
From generations of sin.
Shameless greed, now, is sucking it in.

We live in a time where it means to make sense
For a father to profit at his childrens expense.
To keep draining the earth without putting anything back.
A crust like an eggshell can be easily cracked.

We had it but we sold it.