I am a post industrial wasteland But I remember the meadows, and the trees I am the beast that looms in the midnight fog Though I was once gilded in sunlight I am the choking black of smog on the wind When once I brought the scent of mountains and seas You forgot me in your endeavors And I still loved you You wasted me in your pursuits Yet I still cared for you But what happens When you burn the last forest And poison the last river Will you remember that I was alive too?