Be still as the stars fall from the sky
Breathe in as the sunlight fills it all
The grasses start to crackle in the heat
As mirage waves are lapping at your feet
These mountains are on fire
And the black smoke rises high
Groves older than their maker
Are now born just to die
And in the argument
I hear one sound reply
Be still as the refuse pit grows high
Breathe in as you push the pedal down
The bridges start to crack with your deceit
Over aquifers now formerly replete
The oceans are on fire
And shine red as our blood
The poor in their low places
Are swept up in a flood
And in celestial groaning
I hear a whispered word
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