The Abettors (feat. Sandra Nkaké)

Are we holy works of art? 

Or the kings of pretension? 

Why the hell should we decide

Who will get to live or die? 

Are we holy works of art? 

Or is that our own invention? 

To justify that we'd be meant

To decide which being should die?

Why are we waging war

To the animal realm? 

And in a way we all are the abettors

We got the world in our hands

We use that power to whelm

The tombs we have at our feet

We're the debtors

Are we the thinking animals

In this decline with many declensions? 

It could all be rectified if we swore, you and I

To be the change

Let's realize we are slaughtering our emotions!

Our bodies and the earth's alike

Share the same appetite!