The Last - Funker Vogt

see it emerge from the ocean depths

its dull black eyes staring into yours

without fear it confronts you

as it did before the dawn of man

overpopulation is a threat to mankind

they always depended on the same food

some may call it controlled resources

just another phrase for extinction

deep in the forest they are still alive

a tribe as old as mankind

isolation has kept them alive

never heard of any disease

high tech gives us some control

revealing even the latest secret

we can’t step back we’ve gone too far

is much to late for revelation

chorus:

the last will not know that he is the last

only we will mourn his loss

his massive dead body cut into pieces

left dying on the moss