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Wake up tomorrow it’s too late

We can’t get away from that it’s our fate

Our love of ease must come to an end

We must do something it doesn’t help to repent

Industries have taken their toll

Carbonic oxide kills our skies

Don’t you hear the trees their call we no longer

Accept your lies

Millions of years it took the earth to grow like she is today

Just a few years we’re on yet we did take care for her decay

If we go on like this you’d better shoot yourself with a gun

Enjoy your days they might be your last ones in the sun

What give us the right to exploit and torture mother earth

This is not how it was meant to be on her days of birth

So you gotta wake up cause tomorrow it’s too late

We can’t move away from her so it’s also our fate

Our love of ease must come to an end

We must do something it doesn’t help to repent

Carbonic oxide…Nuclear waste…Killing forest…Acid rain

We must join hands must forget our disagreements

Together we must fight this suicide make it stop

Cause if we go on like this you’d better shoot

Yourself with a gun

Enjoy your days they might be your last ones in the sun

Dark!!!