I wanna join the space mission and go to chill on mars

‘Cause life on earth is frankly becoming quite a farce

But seriously now, we’re deep in a ditch

And Mother Nature’s acting like a whiny lil’ bitch

Nero’s got the codes and a bad trigger itch

And you’re gonna save the world with a Prius sales pitch

(Full stop)

A polarization of the conversation

Of the gathering crowd at the train station

Being divided into those who don’t need anyone,

Those living in the shadow of the Tetragrammaton,

The ones that did their best but ended up on the run,

And the crazies you pray don’t have a gun

(Full stop)

Getting carried away on a wave of worry

When the news gets grim and the objective gets blurry

We do all we can to hide that frown;

Going out Dressing up and Getting down,

Building empires and stealing crowns,

Saying “Fuck ya’ll” and go to live in ghost town

(Full stop)

A roll of the eyes and a roll of the dice

We say we’ll try it once and we try to quit thrice

We buy a new TV and shit to see on it,

Buy obsolete cars so we can get out and gun it,

Seek out controversy so that we can shun it,

Make up a story so that we can run it

(Full stop)

They throw some stones, so we dispatch the drones

Killing from the comfort of our own homes

The complex eats our dad’s and our best friend

Alienated you come home with no way to vent

You still don’t know exactly why you were even sent

Only the shrapnel in the chest left to apprehend

(Full stop)

Trashing your back yard with “Why can’t I have both?”

Spoiled rotten by the promise of endless growth

They cut down a mountain to fuel the fads

They fill your head with gold investment ads

They sold your democracy to Beijing fat cats

They distill disaster into off-limits stats

(Full stop)

Where’d you plan to be when the biosphere bursts

Aspen’s a desert and I’m dying of thirst

We’re running out of butter and we’re all out of coal

We wall out nature and then we swallow it whole

We’ve ruined our planet, ain’t that rock and roll?

All things dear down the ozone hole

(Full stop)

It is good to be alive and a tad worse to be dead

Nice to have fun and bad to be found lifeless in bed

Yet the preservation of life isn’t all that high up on the list

It’s a Borg collision course; it’s no use to resist

What’s the point in living if we don’t get to coexist?

Stand up, walk out and dissolve into mist…

(Full stop)