What will you tell your children when they ask you "what went wrong."
How can you paint a picture of a paradise lost,
To eyes that know only a wasteland.
How will you justify watching the world die.
The clock is ticking, can't you feel our days are numbered,
Head first into disaster from which there will be no return.
With narrow minds we decimate our one true home.
Cast into oblivion, judgment is calling.