Swallow the sickness and taste the disease that rots away the mountains bring them to their knees. Lakes flowing red in which drowns the sound a king's ancient victory from deep underground.
Infected water that runs to the stream and drip through the bones but hold in the screams the earth is no better the land's 'bout to break. It's people don't see what's at stake see beyond their own eyes to the cracks underneath or gaze up to the skies to watch the clouds bleed.
What I've got here to say you've all heard before. But let me bend your ear for one minute more open your mind to what's really there. It's the death of the world and I beg you to care