What will we do
When the birds fall from the sky,
Their stomachs full of lids,
And beaks wrapped in bags?
What will we do
When the whales wash up,
Their bodies start to rot
And the bottles spill out?
Where will we be
When the wildfires burn,
Turning towns to ash
And the future to rubble?
Where will we be
When the trees are bare,
Turning forests to stumps
And no air to breathe?
Who will save us
When we go to war,
The bodies pile up
And the skies are stained yellow?
Who will save us
When we fall to disease,
We neglect our health
And we're naive to death?
