Tragedy - Conflicting Ideas lyrics

When the scientists find our remnants, what will they say? When they find our bloated carca**es Ridden with sickness and cancers, what will they find? And what...what will they say? Will they recognize our self-abuse As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives? Or will we remain, a mystery? Deformed from malnourishment Our blood coagulated and inced with disease: The preservatives, the alcohol, the cigarettes The meat we gorged ourselves on For all those years Will they recognize our self abuse As a product of the abusive hands that molded our lives? As experts scratch their heads As doctors shake their hands and wonder what we've done