The final sands of violent times
Are running out under ashen skies
Before we choke we better learn
A profits only good to burn
Will we find grace or will we face
The chloroform of dying days
Corporate greed; crippled faith
Will this be our last mistake?
Living lower than the animals
To satiate our lowest pulse
Over oceans and beyond seas
Smog and suffering for you and me
You think that it won't get to you?
But the reaper's claw cuts cuts right through
We all come from dust
And we'll return to dust
But still there's time to change our course
Come together; a reckoning force
No room for ego; we gotta evolve
Become tomorrow; the time the time is now