The Doomsday clock’s pendulum swings;
in the West we clutch our precious things.
The world is burning, we don’t care
about this planet we’ve stripped bare.
Though some may see what is to come
our whole damn world is somehow numb.
A blind mans dog can see what’s true;
as we pillage all that ever grew.
Not long now until we do cease;
with our death Gaia will increase.
She’ll rebuild Earth all green and blue;
the world I long for she’ll renew.