Traps - E-Waste and Toxic Fumes That Makes Stacey's Face Look Decrepit Lyrics

She only knew her name
Nothing else was important
Shiny hair and a happy face
Chlorine smell and a salty taste

The boys like to touch
Some, touch too much
With such a face, who needs a care?
In the world or even out there

I thought she would think
But the thought was not fitting
"You're good at what you do"
But you do nothing

I thought you dead
I thought you dead

Where will you go
Your sky's destroyed
You ignored it's eradication
Over self-obsession

We're polluting heaven
We're polluting heaven

How do we choose to survive?
With a credit card and radiation burns
We showed God what for
With a Facebook rejection and no lessons learned
The world is not yours
Because we're the ones that did this

We're polluting heaven
We're polluting heaven
We're polluting heaven