what are we becoming? running for nothing?
hearts are for loving and not just for pumping
it starts with a martar who suffers for something
as he is doing his part he starts suddenly wondering
why we artists are starving my stomache is rumbling
rambling uttering our planet is crumbling
the damage is done it is man who is fumbling
damn and its humbling crash landing and sputtering
banish us all to the sun and we burn up until bubbling
terrorists with guns and a grand scheme so troubling
seems im used to the famine and bruised from the damage
so who"s gonna loosin the noose that weve managed
fuckin me as i spit with true grit and shoot with a canon
now it's your turn to choose we are losing our planet
all this news is not news seems we knew it goddamnit
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