| Yo, it’s 2050
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| We’re living on Eden’s husk and the planet is heated up
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| It was us, I’ve seen enough
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| The scene is dust
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| They killed the atmosphere so the process pumping the toxic fumes in the air
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| They call it progress
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| Progression from optimum damn breathing
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| To walking round in the city with oxygen tank, wheezing
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| We were warned but didn’t heed the message
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| Then came the rewards, deliveries were endless
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| Giant dust storms like the surface of Mars
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| We worship the stars wishing we were further from ours
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| The sky’s burning, aviation is over
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| The ozone is gone, radiation exposure
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| Can you handle all the dread?
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| The ecosystem is fucked, all the animals are dead
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| Could all have been avoided if we thought about the future
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| Now it’s all up in the toilet
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| Polar ice caps melting into the ocean
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| Two hundred foot tidal waves clashing over the barriers
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| To travel as far as the inner city
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| The ones who escape will be the ones to write history
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| Unless they cannibalize each other’s flesh
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| In a mess trynna rationalize each other’s deaths
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| Punishing the earth, keep it up
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| We all gonna perish in Eden’s husk
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| Yeah, the devils were very enterprising
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| They left the planet when they saw the sea levels rising
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| Arriving at a conclusion we can never prevent
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| There’s only one year left, extinction level event
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| Guillotine basket where the head fell
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| Earthquakes crack the planet’s crust like an egg shell
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| Eden’s husk is a living hell
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| Radiation poisoning mutating every living cell
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| The consolation gift we receive
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| A lifetime supply of air, unfit to breathe
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| As the contaminants pollute the lungs
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| But just look at the superhuman powers that the losers won
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| Oh wait, that was only in comics
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| The destruction of the planet is a matter of economics
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| Things turning rapidly catastrophic
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| But nobody’s gonna stop it
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| Till somebody stands to profit
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| Make money money, make money money money
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| Take money money, take money money money
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| The air turned black and the water tastes funny
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| Gonna need more than Ray-Bans when it’s sunny
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| The effects of the green house gases
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| And rain turned acid
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| The cancerous rays bake the planet
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| Volcanic plates break the granite
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| With a tectonic shift that can raise the Titanic |