Dear Mr Stranger please
Won't you come talk to me
I'll only keep you for awhile
I'd like to know what you
Hope your life holds for you
What in the future makes you smile?
Someday maybe when we're old and grey
It's a certainty, not discourtesy
What kind of times do you think we'll see?
I've a prophecy, Misanthropocene
Life is an endless stream
Of moments to move between
What's coming up is soon behind
Pictures in magazines
Shows on your TV screen
Will only distract you for a time
One day as we start to fade away
Inadvertently, an absurdity
Who knows what goes and remains to be
And all I foresee, is Misanthropocene
In days to come
We'll look back
On times when all the world was young
How did we let it get this way?
I wish and hope we're not
Frogs in the boiling pot
Noticing nothing going on
I'd like to help you to
See what's around you
Open your eyes before it's gone
Someday maybe when we're be old an grey
An emergency, no fraternity
What kind of times do you think we'll see
I've a prophecy, Misanthropocene
In days to come
We'll look back
On times when all the world was young
How did we let it get this way?
Dear Mr Stranger please
Won't you come talk to me
I'll only keep you for awhile
I'd like to know what you
Hope your life holds for you
What in the future makes you smile?