The world has stepped into a whole new kind of era,
Plastic islands float through oceans claiming they're neo-terra.
They scream 'get on board or sink like land masses before us'
While the tides rise in all directions drowning beaches.

They know the whole globe will cook in the sun
and when its done,
the plastic will melt
and the surface of the earth will have a rubbery pelt.
Plus the water that washes the land is so toxic the airs getting harder to breathe.

Fish go to death the way of mad hatters,
cackling with bubbles that make the sea appear boiling.
So much toiling.
Then those fish float to shore
where they're bought in a store
And poison becomes a pick-up only service, no delivery
Mankind shows mother nature no chivalry.

Tough times for plants to survive
as we squeeze out their lives,
and besides...

We all do agree that the end has come near,
but we don't say it in fear,
we just concede to what appears.

So the strength we dig deep for is important to share,
Like atlas' shoulder for the people who care,
Because if we go down then it's all in together,
So keep your heart strings to others tightly tethered
And when it ends,

our loved ones will make it feel better.
Terra nouveau.