I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I read blogs by scientists
And I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources, want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean all say, "Hey, what's this commotion?"
And try to get away, they are moving in slow motion
'Cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say, "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"
And I'm sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared
To see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air
Where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind
Drop its cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children
And maybe it's the end, I always thought the end of man would be
Exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance
And I always thought that I'd be fine if this happened in my lifetime
Now that I'm a mother, it is really terrifying
But I've always identified with the turtle's soft insides
Because there are times when I really need to hide
But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed
To survive, to survive, to survive something of this magnitude
Because water is fluid and oil is crude
And it billows way down deep and it sticks to grains of sand
And it floats up on the surface where the birds all try to land
And it's ruining the marshes, ecosystems are destroyed
And the people all along the gulf coast are now unemployed
While the men who cut the corners still scream, "Drill, drill, drill"
From their yachts far away and their mansions on the hill
And they turn away the cameras and scream, "Kill, kill, kill"
As they burn endangered sea turtles alive
They're burning turtles alive
And the seas are all connected and we are all connected
And you're living in denial if you think you won't be affected
You can't hide behind your flag because water knows no border
It'll creep in every crevice, it'll seep in every pore
They lie about the damage, the solutions are illusions
There's no cover-up big enough to hide this huge a contusion
On the face of our mother, yeah, that's right, Mother Earth
Is the cost of every living thing what your product is worth?
We are all afflicted with an underground addiction
Will our desire for convenience be the cause of our extinction?
The industry's the master and we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves
The industry's the master, we are all the slaves
And we're driving, driving, driving to our graves, graves, graves
Graves, graves, graves, graves, graves, graves
So we must teach our kids to love themselves
And let them live their lives
What will they be if they grow up? Whatever they like
It's crucial to raise children who won't do what they're told
Who will fight for what's right and who can't be bought or sold
I want nothing of this business, I'm staying underground
I'm gonna ride the railroad and let my guard down
We can forage and ride bikes, jump in lakes, go on hikes
We can sing and sing for hours and click 'like', 'like', 'like'
When somebody posts something good we share and spread the truth
It's time to define what success means to you
I hope my kid will never be another cog in their machine
Trapped inside a box trying to remember her dreams
They'll sell us all out for their greed, greed, greed
As we cry for the earth while she bleeds, bleeds, bleeds
Bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds, bleeds
So hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
Try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
Hold onto to your loved ones, hold on for dear life
And try to walk like thunder leaving footprints that are light
I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I read blogs by scientists
And I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources, want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes
And those in and on the ocean all say, "Hey, what's this commotion?"
And they try to get away but they are moving in slow motion
'Cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say, "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"
