Every time I turn, they’re coming for miles
They’ve watched their bridges burn, they no longer smile
They say away down south, the land’s turned to sand
Food is getting scarce and war is at hand.
You can feel it in the air, the climate has changed
The ice is melting quick, the seasons are strange
The Wilderness retreats, more every year
Trees burnt to soil that soon disappears.
It’s hard to believe, the damage that’s done
To what nature built up, since the earth was still young
As they try to find out, how long it can last
The rape still goes on and the buck just gets passed