Umbrella Corporation

If I’d poison the Earth, I’d follow instructions.

Infect a world hell-bent on destruction.

Introduce a plague to dry the seven seas.

The blackened souls perpetuate corruption.

The system is dead, there is no fixing it.

A hardened life has got no tricks to it.

I’d crawl out my skin if it weren’t so cozy.

A chemical virus, I watch them mixing it.

If I could reanimate the world of its population.

It’s never too late for its reformation.

One day they’ll see they’re seconds from chaos: Property of Umbrella Corporation.

If I could bring the dead to life, I’d call it restoration.

I’d venture throughout hell and say it’s exploration.

I’d set the Universe on fire, and then slow-dance with the flames.

All thanks to Umbrella Corporation.

All life is gone with no resemblance of it.

Trees are dead, no leaves are present on ‘em.

Highways empty from evacuation.

People die with no remembrance of them.

If I were to suffer, the world pays the price.

If I’m the one hurt, then my innocence dies.

If I rule by evil, by evil I’ll fall.

Here’s to a world where the sun doesn’t rise.

Only by the dead and extermination.

No one is living, just induration.

Diseases in the midst of bloodthirsty monsters.

Fate’s in the hands of Umbrella Corporation.

I’d make this planet my death-trap.

I’d awaken the deceased from their dirt-naps.

I’d synthesize beasts from man and its kind.

There’s no sign of life across the whole map.

Kill innocent souls and claim it’s just mishap.

If they have a heart, it’s completely pitch black.

They don’t have a soul, but if not, I’m surprised.

Sky used to be blue, now I kinda miss that.

What they think is pain, I’d call transformation.

Non-resident ghost town and deformation.

Nobody survives to tell the whole story.

Nothing’s alive ‘cause Umbrella Corporation.