Well there are certain stories going round
That Life on Earth is near extinction
But nobody gives a damnĀ 
Because greed and power are our predilection

So the air grows heavy with the stench of death
And the oceans rise each day
And the oil that drives our car
Drives the insects away

And there are people out on the street
Screaming save our planet
But noon's listening
Instead we only here the voice
That tells us of the riches we could be missing

So we sell our souls for a bunch of promises
That are empty
And allow our lives to be bound and tied to a lie

And wildlife dies off 2 by 2
And there's no arc to save me and you

There's a certain story going round