Lyrics

No longer debatable
We are the sickness of the world
Smokestacks drilling car exhaust
Chipping away the ultimate cost

Reversing damage is in attempt
Too little too late, globe cooker

No stop to the rising waters
Nor the search for fossil power
Record storms each passing year
Devastation spreading fear

More common green alternatives
Too little too late, globe cooker

Who knows the time we have left?
Will the end be brief or slow?
A hurricane blows you away
Or the perpetual rise of summer