The world is running out of petroleum
But lawns get mowed, the price is low
In a shortage Sunday drives still happen
In a shortage Sunday drives still happen
Told that we should never drink and drive
We still do it, thousands die every year
Bluefin Tuna is being faced with extinction
We keep eating it, and the prices go higher
Until is extinct, so why worry or bother
Until is extinct, so why worry or bother
Listen as we shout kill it before it dies
Drink it all, eat and feed in a frenzy
Consume everything before it runs out
As if we will never face our doom
We live as if we desire other species' ruin
Without any righteousness, only doubt
No matter, in time, all that lives will end
The edge of the world approaches
Our instincts say jump
The earth was our womb
It held us in her depths, protected us
It held us in her depths, protected us
But we need to realize, we are killing her
And after our time, it will become our tomb
And after our time, it will become our tomb
