Is there\'s a way obey
Our need to run
In world where
oceans turning upside down?
See, planet shape
Like me
Or you
Sur bords
Like memories of past
Is drowned in words
Solution is to choke it.
Throw to trash.
Enhance Antarctic winds
Is obvious stash to
Draw attention
See them in the flash.
They gonna hunt
They\'ll chant us
One of us
As whale
On scale of
Media disguise
We\'ll race to gaze
A withered sky
On globe
To garbage dump
Our dump
Of broken world