. . . not here . . .

I should have listened to her,
so hard to keep control.
We kept on eating but our
bloated bellies still not full.
She gave us all she had but
we went and took some more.
Can’t seem to shut her legs our
mother nature is a whore.

All bruised and broken bleeding,
she asks to take my hand.
I turn just keep on walking.
But you’d do the same thing in the circumstance
I’m sure you understand.
(Trent Reznor, Survivalism)