Apathy
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Left and right will both be wrong When all our fossil fuels are gone And problem solving is done with bombs Society will crumble When famine rears her ugly head Cause we chose money over bread We will be envious of the dead It may already be too late In the late 17th century world's changin People harness steam for boats and trains And we invented the factory This time in history will change industry permanently And us along with it More jobs meant working man benefitted And though we might be a bit ashamed to admit it That time in history made us blindly committed to Faster and bigger and cheaper and better We need it and now with no care how we got there Started off slow but it picked up momentum As the snake got bigger it developed venom Oil became a currency and we pursued it earnestly Sciences advanced but we raped the earth concurrently Profit over sense money over people Yeah we turned into a virus with no equal Left and right will both be wrong When all our fossil fuels are gone And problem solving is done with bombs Society will crumble When famine rears her ugly head Cause we chose money over bread We will be envious of the dead It may already be too late Fast forward and we're focused on semantics Politicians wasting all our time with their antics Pointing fingers over source of causation Incredibly we're still having the wrong conversation Times wasting and I ain't got an answer I just can't believe that we're denying the cancer Storms are stronger, droughts go longer A decade streak of years hotter than the former People getting staph from swimming in the Chesapeake Beijing aircode red for about a week Feels like we're staring down a gun and Common sense says that we should turn around and run But we're looking down the barrel focused on the brand of bullet Trigger gets squeezed we might as well have been the one to pull it Clocks ticking and when the end begins Apathy will go down as a mortal sin Left and right will both be wrong When all our fossil fuels are gone And problem solving is done with bombs Society will crumble When famine rears her ugly head Cause we chose money over bread We will be envious of the dead It may already be too late Now we must all fear evil men But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most And that is the indifference of good men
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Song Details
- Duration
- 05:11
- Tempo
- 125 BPM