500 years ago my house was small Nothing big and nothing tall Just me, my family and my orange cat All together on a piece of land that was flat Nowadays though, in the future Due to civilization growing up My house has been turned into a factory Now what used to be a house with a story Has turned into something so gory They slaughter pigs and cows for money And no one knows why it hasn’t been sunny Because the pollution in the air Has punctured heart and fried some hair The people never saw it coming So years and years and years ago In my house with my orange cat I lay there thinking what will happen To my next house After that.