Ignite - Past Our Means The branches break from the family tree From the weight of the heartache... Of disintegrating families Look what we've created... Illegitmate crack babies Grandma raises... The drunkard's children Kids at all cost... But an absence of true love The license to breed... We have taken advantage of I've got fifteen kids... can't feed my family No birth control... condoms are not for me A future of... convicts/criminals Our technology hasn't taken us that far Open your eyes and see that times have changed We can't keep using at this same rate But who are the only ones to blame?... But ourselves Whats the point today to overpopulate Birth control or abstinance Most problems are self-made Back in the days... we could all fill all of our needs Back in the days... we suffer from our greed You and I... violently go extinct Back in the days... past our means http://rockerek.hu/