As Apoca’s being eclipsed and Arma’s getting done
I brush my teeth with spring water because I’ve got spoiled gums
In this memory foam suburbia instead of spring coiled slums
And our ambassadors still march to the beat of our empty oil drums
We ignore Apollo and worship out new fluorescent suns
As mother nature’s hymen has abruptly come undone
As we burrow for her black blood that will barely feed our young
Ravage her fertile don’t recognize the womb from which we sprung
We’re past 2000 Double ‘O’ seven and the world’s still not enough
I sleep in a world of brilliance but wake up in one corrupt
Nature calls us to the reunion since we seldom keep in touch
But the 400 horsepower of the apocalypse drives us out of town too much
Lady Justice has gold bars in her purse that throw her dance routine off balance
While political pundits play our heart strings acoustic with sharpened talons
We ignore the troubles, pick our poison and drink entertainment by the gallon
A generation of gold-medal recipients who’ve been convinced they have no talent
The ocean chips away at our homes; the lesson’s become apparent
We’ve always raged against the machine but lack the manual to repair it
Cavemen came from fire as our species made advancements
From the seeds of humanity we now dangle on the technological branches
The lumberjack approaches to question our innovation
Our technology is now considered to be an infinite implementation
Yet energy is a short-term privilege but a long-term mental manifestation
How long can we self-indulge before our conscience returns from its vacation?
