Apathy

Left and right will both be wrong
When all our fossil fuels are gone
And problem solving is done with bombs
Society will crumble
When famine rears her ugly head
Cause we chose money over bread
We will be envious of the dead
It may already be too late

(Verse 1)
In the late 17th century world's changin
People harness steam for boats and trains
And we invented the factory this time in history will change industry permanently
And us along with it
More jobs meant working man benefitted
And though we might be a bit ashamed to admit it
That time in history made us blindly committed to
Faster and bigger and cheaper and better
We need it and now with no care how we got there
Started off slow but it picked up momentum
As the snake got bigger it developed venom
Oil became a currency and we pursued it earnestly
Sciences advanced but we raped the earth concurrently
Profit over sense money over people
Yeah we turned into a virus with no equal

(Chorus)
Left and right will both be wrong
When all our fossil fuels are gone
And problem solving is done with bombs
Society will crumble
When famine rears her ugly head
Cause we chose money over bread
We will be envious of the dead
It may already be too late

(Verse 2)
Fast forward and we're focused on semantics
Politicians wasting all our time with their antics
Pointing fingers over source of causation
Incredibly we're still having the wrong conversation
Times wasting and I ain't got an answer
I just can't believe that we're denying the cancer
Storms are stronger, droughts go longer
A decade streak of years hotter than the former
People getting staph from swimming in the Chesapeake
Beijing aircode red for about a week
Feels like we're staring down a gun and
Common sense says that we should turn around and run
But we're looking down the barrel focused on the brand of bullet
Trigger gets squeezed we might as well have been the one to pull it
Clocks ticking and when the end begins
Apathy will go down as a mortal sin

(Chorus)
Left and right will both be wrong
When all our fossil fuels are gone
And problem solving is done with bombs
Society will crumble
When famine rears her ugly head
Cause we chose money over bread
We will be envious of the dead
It may already be too late

(Outro)
Now we must all fear evil men
But there is another kind of evil which we must fear most
And that is the indifference of good men