Judgment In Waves

Crisis, crisis.
An endless rise to prices.
You reap what you sow.
But we never even tried.
Too busy gutting all we could get.
We did this or expect that we’ll suffer for it.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.

Alarm, alarm.
Too many appear calm.
Yet its only as deep as skin.
Can we dig out of this pit we’re in?
Forecast is doubtful cause we are too spiteful.
So grab a hold and wait for the chime that will drown us.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.

Revise, revise.
No time left to analyse.
Pack your bags and run for cover.
Don’t expect to survive sister and brother.
For we have baked our planet through.
So now its going to kill us for what we did do.

Tides will wash us away.
Mother, judgement upon decay.