Synthetic sickness within
In the water
In your blood
Stuck in the pores of your skin
Undying
Uncompromising
This planet’s patience wears thin
In arrogance never ending
There is a mantra contradicting, condescending, lies
Our toiling feels so futile as jet engines set ablaze the skies
Inertia haze
When the rain turns black
The earth, the sky, the sea
Start taking back
There is no other real choice
But to sink
Can’t run away
Find solace in your languor
Your lungs fill up
No way
Can’t run away
Obsessed with material gain
We can’t breathe
We’re running out of time
City after city where you can’t see the sky
Richer minds rot with obsession for expansion
Remove the rose tinted lense
Your world is going to end