What was the answer we didn't find
What was the way to save our souls, to save our lives
End of the game, extinction time
Mankind will die and that's just right

Competition, greed, anger
Domination, war, power

Out of the garden, we've lost our innocence
Out of the garden, heading for decadence
Male values are the reasons for our fall
Out of the garden, the garden of always

Now it's too late for turning back
Too late to cry, 'cause our own planet we have sacked
We're gonna die, it serves us right
And when we're gone mother will be fine