the planer´s lost and all I need
to line my bed with handkerchiefs
to bay my fatigue to build a case
of true love lost and lives erased
to live guilt free in a foretold destiny
he found a hill where he stakes his claim
and he´ll build a house where he´ll
martyr his children
the trees wheeze out the ocean rise
he´s gaining ground in his high-rise
and all proceeds from rewritten history
in fairytales that he still believes
he breathes and thrives and he´s immunized
but he´s paralyzed cause he´s sure to die off
soon running for the middle higher ground but lower
while all the coasts are running off
cold waters boils mother earth´s rage
his house and family have washed away
where was his savior his promised
road he followed every rule they ever sold
he saw his world as a vapor life support
we colonize and we multiply as we
s** it dry yeah we´re sure to die off
live it down live it down livid
live it down