Air is getting thicker, not with oxygen ya know
People dying quicker, going with the global flow
Oceans full of carbon tubes, global warming the norm
Political tools, and ***** fueling a worldly storm
Wars raging rampant, blood, at every door
Famine abundant, no food, for the poor
If there were an open berth, for Mars would I be bound
So, if you're also leaving earth, in that line, I can be found
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
Air is getting thicker, not with oxygen ya know
People dying quicker, going with the global flow
Oceans full of carbon tubes, global warming the norm
Political tools, and ***** fueling a worldly storm
Wars raging rampant, blood, at every door
Famine abundant, no food, for the poor
If there were an open berth, for Mars would I be bound
So, if you're also leaving earth, in that line, I can be found
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