Driving Driving Driving

I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists
 And I believe they know, more than we are being told
 By the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold its horses
 so there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
 And those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion
 and they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion
 because their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
 they say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready
 I'm so sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared
 to see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air
 where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind
 and drop their cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children.
 So this may be the end I've always thought the end of man
 would be exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance
 And I always thought I would be fine If this happened if my lifetime
 But now that I'm a mother it is really terrifying
 And I've always identified with a turtle's soft insides
 Because there are times when I really need to hide
 But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed
 to survive, to survive, to survive
 Something of this magnitude
 Because water is fluid and oil is crude
 And it billows way down deep and it sticks to grains of sand
 And it floats upon the surface where the birds all try to land
 And it's ruining the marshes ecosystems are destroyed
 And the people all along the Gulf Coast are now unemployed
 While the men who cut the corners still scream DRILL, DRILL, DRILL
 from their yachts far away and their mansions on the hill
 And they turn away the cameras and scream KILL, KILL, KILL
 As they burn endangered sea turtles alive
 They're burning turtles alive
 And the seas are all connected, And we are all connected
 And you're living in denial if you think you won't be affected
 You can't hide behind your flag because water knows no border
 It will creep in every crevice it'll seep in every pore
 They lie about the damage the solutions are illusions
 There's no cover up big enough to hide this huge a contusion
 On the face of our mother, yeah that's right, mother earth
 Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?
 We are all afflicted with an underground addiction
 Learned desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction?
 And the industry's the master and we are all the slaves
 and we're DRIVING, DRIVING, DRIVING to our GRAVES, GRAVES, GRAVES
 The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
 And we're DRIVING, DRIVING, DRIVING to our GRAVES, GRAVES, GRAVES
 We must teach our kids to love themselves and let them live their lives
 What will they be if they grow up? Whatever they like.
 It's crucial to raise children who don't do what they're told
 Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold
 I want nothing of this business I am staying underground
 And I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down
 We can forage, and ride bikes, and jump in lakes, and go on hikes
 We can sing and sing for hours and click LIKE, LIKE, LIKE
 When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth
 It's time to define what success means to you
 I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine
 Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams
 They will sell us all out for their GREED, GREED, GREED
 As we cry for the earth while she BLEEDS, BLEEDS, BLEEDS
 So hold on to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
 Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
 Hold on to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
 Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
 Hold on to your loved ones; hold on for dear life
 Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
 Hold on to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
 Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
 I'm not a conspiracy theorist, but I read blogs by scientists
 And I believe they know, more than we are being told
 By the mainstream media sources who want the truth to hold its horses
 so there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
 And those in and on the ocean all say hey what's this commotion
 and they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion
 because their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
 they say I don't want to die It's all your fault I wasn't ready