A little ballad, a bit of southern rock. Listen here.
The land is scorched by a climate torch
loosed upon the land by unlearned hands
the future is unclear for everything you hold dear
because those who were created are never sated
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
this is the season for people of reason
While the earth burns and the oceans churn
the land is poisoned by the unreasoned
the air is fouled and the wealthy chuckle
animals slide into extinction because of our dysfunction
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
this is the season for people of reason
Earth's resources dwindle as we use as kindle
to feed the gluttony of those whose destiny
is eternal life with what they think is no strife
those who worry need to be warriors
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
this is the season for people of reason
Will we wait too long to write the song
will we be gone before the dawn
can those waiting for a savior ever change their behavior
I do not fear but think our doom is near
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
this is the season for people of reason
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
this is the season for people of reason
Get on your knees that's all it takes
Say your prayers with the rest of the fakes
or
Get on your feet get out on the street
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