Given the weight, and considering our fate, we could not coordinate or find a key to this gate. If only we chose love over hate—at this rate, human expiration date, comes sooner than late. But as humans, we ignore the terrible end that’s in store. We put on “a happy face, with chin up, and with grace”. “It’ll be fine, right? It’ll be fine, right… right? It’ll be fine?” Right! “It’ll be fine, right?” No, we’re doomed! We’ve been groomed to consume right from the womb. Oh, we are doomed, and we’ve been groomed… oh, to consume, right from the womb. The wave, it’s building, the wind, it’s building, the heat, it’s building, the famine… it comes to all, the weak and the strong, and it’s our own damn fucking fault we could not get along. We could not get along… no. The wave, it’s building, the wind, it’s building, the heat, it’s building, because we were not willing, not willing. The wave, it’s building, the wind, it’s building, the heat, it’s building, because we were not willing.
