The earth was kinda pissed so it grew this middle finger out
The world of scientists could never prove it so they wiggin out
They bringin’ out the experts who investigate phenomenon
They’re sittin’ on the edges of this celebrated block at dawn
Elevated population, excavation, water wasting
Forestation, mass extinction, porous, arid, land is achin’
Nowadays we all concerned with how to make a dollar churn
Planet’s raped for all it’s worth, damage made, it always hurts
All we heard was warnings and we constantly ignored ‘em
It’s the Hollywood disorder, where we all is too important
So apologies in order… opposition aside
The Flora/Fauna she afforded often gyp’d on the price
The cost of living was high, for the earth, from all pollutants
“Stop the killing” she cried, but more absurd we got as humans
Oil reserves is gone, we used ‘em and continued to plunder
Never learned to stop abusing, she’s beginning to wonder
Do we really even care? Is there will in these hunters?
The ability is there, but the discipline suffers
Just look at the numbers, global warming is a fact
But we live for the summers, no one’s sorry if they tan
So much storming in the clouds and the weather is fickle
Ozone forming shitty now, so the question is simple
When does it get so... bad that we must stop?
‘Till then she’s in bitch mode: Mad, so just fuck off.
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