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Polluted air spewing from the machine

Temperatures never before seen

This is life in the Anthropocene

Why progress when you can make money?

They can't seem to face up the facts

Constantly nervous no time to relax

I can't sleep cause my bed's on fire

Now the whole world's our funeral pyre

I remember in September it was cold outside

Public surrender to an agenda that's full of lies

The pretender money lender profits as we die

Full of pleasure no defender as smoke fills the sky

I can't shake this doomsday feeling

A constant stirring shaking screaming

What can I do when I feel so small?

Confident of nothing at all

Cold sweats the clock ticks away

Inching closer to our last day

Lost deep in the illusion of time

Pretend that we'll be fine

I remember in November it was cold outside

Public surrender to an agenda that's full of lies

The pretender money lender profits as we die

Full of pleasure no defender as smoke fills the sky

I remember in December it was cold outside

Public surrender to an agenda that's full of lies

The pretender money lender profits as we die

Full of pleasure no defender as smoke fills the sky