Waltzing through the trees,
Dancing up the hills,
Flying through the debris,
Spinning through the pills.

Ivory screams, shouts and seems



to fall.
Harder every time, regression is sweet,
When the future lies


dead at your feet,
A mans gotta eat.

The television bleats, " Save our planet"
A nation watches - faces like granite,
Places like eden now eaten and bare.

Do we dare to speak ?

Desert sands sing, the bittersweet song,
This species doesn't belong, this thing




this destruction.
Will not end.

The sun sets on the ballroom,
She takes off her heels,
Breathe in the smoke and fumes,
And let the world heal itself.