I’m a skeptic, always weary of everyone
But when I die, cross the Styx with the ferryman
I know I’ll be punished alongside them
Condemned - with the rest of humanity
Cause it doesn’t matter if you were benign
Your punishment won’t be divine
By design, our fates are entwined
Soon, Atropos will cut the twine
Unfortunate souls, the lot of us
The worlds burning, but no one makes a fuss
They discuss, and discuss, and discuss
The unwilling bastards will not adjust
They’ll continue to reside in mansions
They’ll dress in silk, laugh with their companions
Reap Earth of its treasures for their grandsons
Until the world only knows of pain and famine
Tied to strings that hold us above a fire
Beneath us is an ever growing pyre
Why are we here and not the liars?
Why was this wood even acquired?
I’ll tell you why. It's because we’re selfish
The acquisition of resources, its relished
For decades, nothing was cherished
Even now, wasteful beings make the world hellish
Is there any point playing this blame game?
Tt won’t bring back the maimed
Earth will still be aflame
Pick your poison: it's all the same
The rich get richer. The poor get poorer.
But when Gaia breathes her last, we’ll all be rotting corpses.
Will you resign to that fate?
Or are you going to go down swinging?
Spit in the fates’ faces and steal their string
Start treating nature with the reverence of a king
Treat life like it's more than a fling
Lets redeem humanity, you and I
Because I’m not ready to say goodbye
Earth will need every ally
So gather round cause’ our time is nigh
I’m a skeptic, I think our chances are slim
But when I die, go to the Styx for a swim
I hope to see the Fates giving us all a grin
Because we chose not to be helpless or follow others whims