One more disaster presents itself
The eye of the storm cashing in on you
The fury of a mother scorned
Did you think all the pillaging was free
You gotta hand it to everyone
Keeping a blind eye on authenticity
Did we really think it would go without consequence
Like all the walking suits and talking heads said it would
Cutting through the noise was a perfunctory pursuit
Who would have thought a lack of interest would be our demise
Ounces of concerned pedestrians
Pointing out the annihilation of ecology
Swamped by kilos of the indifferent
Shoveling down mouthfuls of plastic reality
Pushing back an ocean of ignorance
With a rotting cardboard box
Did we really think it would go without consequence
Like all the walking suits and talking heads said it would
Cutting through the noise was a perfunctory pursuit
Who would have thought a lack of interest would be our demise
Goodnight Irene nice knowing yeah.
Close the light on your way out
Apologies to everyone yet to be
For the extinction shopping addiction
Nobody cares about sensibility
Until the final curtain falls on humanity
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