When you feel the earth move below, with a sense of dred from head to toe, after exausted efforts to show that your care and efforts helped us to know: "We shouldn’t give up, though the planet erupts, as we feel the earth move below.” Through the dust of each day, hey… your empathy, sympathy, political policy—I know it’s heavy, the burden to lead our way so we don't stray from giving a damn, and making a plan, to save the planet where we stay—as Mother Nature watches in dismay. The sea is boiling, forests recoiling, and as it’s unfolding, who deserves the real scolding? I do, you do, she does and he does. We do and they do, all humans. Because, we all draw the same breath, we all drink from the same spring. And, let me remind you that, if we all fear the same death from the disasters it’ll bring, we shouldn’t poison our spring! So, let’s all hold hands, in a circle with full hearts, as we sing: "We, the collective population of earth, we don’t really give a damn about what it’s worth… no. And, we, the collective fire-setting tribe of this flaming world, could give a fuck about the fate of us all, into destruction, we are hurled.” Oh, no… but, you were voted in to save us all? But, you're just an empty promising bastard, just like us, ignoring the call, ignoring the call… and, it’s the last one y’all. Shhh, listen. Shhh, I think we oughta listen. Is anyone else nervous? Maybe we oughta, maybe we oughta… Listen? I don’t think we will listen, no, we’re not listening, and the hour is getting late. Do you hear the sea boiling, as forests are recoiling? Listen, it’s all unfolding, it’s all unfolding, it’s all unfolding, watch it, watch it, watch it unfold.
