Do I meet the gun’s criteria?
Am I hard in my exterior?
A champion’s roar, a champion’s screech,
Making the wild harder to teach
Will the cold cuts be cubed?
Will all the resistance be diffused?
Stop the disease and there will be a plague,
Bite natures hand and it’ll bite you instead.
Until you’re ready to let lips part
Instead of waiting for spite’s spark
Make the fire eat, make the fire burn
Take what you can and toss and turn
It’ll only get worse til we give up control,
But we won’t when it means giving up our goal
One day the ice will melt and the dam will fall
Will our children be the one to pay nature’s toll