the world is topsy turvy like a wobbly spinning top
which is just what they do, when they're about to stop
when fertility is low, and the world is overcrowded
it's not a big mystery that's dark and somehow shrouded

the oceans filled with plastic and earthquakes everywhere
but still we all just carry on, like we have not a care
pestilence in Africa is just one of many signs
that maybe this is taking place because of great designs

the love of humans has grown cold
no respect for those grown old
divorce and hate are commonplace
for this careless, selfish human race

some fighting just to save the world like it's a living soul
disregarding the purpose of our existence very goal
the fight for love, to prove it's real, that's what we're all here for
that's it, there's no big mystery, just love, there isn't more

but love is complicated, you can see that all around
hate and fear are easier, that's why they both abound
now the devil's having fun as he forces isolation
he knows his time is ending, it's our only consolation

everyone's now suspicious
the toll on the world is vicious
for some no food is on the table
there is nothing left that's stable

Wars and rumors of wars, will come from far and close
really pay attention to the things that matter most
watch out for the false prophets, who will come and tell us lies
the sun and moon will darken, stars falling from the skies

If you think the world will bounce back and it will just be fine
then you need to open up your eyes and see this grand design
the world was never meant to last just look at the decay
though we try to save the earth, it WILL have it's last day