The weather’s coming in to get us
It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe
We all look just the same to the weather
We’re just 7 billion falling leaves

It don’t care about good intentions
It don’t care about any special pleas
It’s gonna get you if you’re not a believer
It’s gonna get you if you’re down on your knees

The weather’s gonna turn us to cinders
The cremation of the anthropocene
Time for the next mindless species to rise
And spread its malignant disease ??

The earth will live on without us

The seasons will come and go

It will go on to recover

From whatever horrors we sow