Apocalypse Remix
When the elements fell
descendents of spring
organized a nuclear winter,
global warming is hell.
Bring acid rain and wash away
your plastic landscapes,
recycle the night to feed
a depleting dawn.
The crescent moon
will be flourescent soon.
The neon sun
will only shine nine to five.
(advertisement lights
will still be brighter)
Humanities darkest day will be in flames...
The seas will wash over
the embers of our burning world
like salt, slowly flowing into
an earthquakes open wound.
Oil fields blazing from below,
sending broken smoke signals
to a spectating heaven.
Earth's rebirth has been aborted...
We'll create a disease
for every dieing virus.
See Jesus be reborn
through hollow test tubes.
Follow dead roots split into wires.
Branches wont grow leaves,
only blank computer screens.
The decaying tree of knowledge
will be cut - and pasted,
seeds replaced with synthetics.
Organic only known as myth,
feeling, will cease to exist.
Humanities hands will be branded by expansion...
Greed inciting machine riots.
Dreams running on autopilot,
showcasing hope on hybrid.
We'll fuel an empty revolution,
only engines of our former glory.
Overshadowed by productivity.
Mother nature's first born will be cloned...
Skyscrapers built to
fill holes in the o-zone.
The glass sky will crack,
shattering like ashes
of a transparent past.
We'll go home to the future,
with a present we passed...