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