Who will look after what we leave behind? Well-hidden waste, out of sight, out of mind Mountains of metals and slime, hard to find by design Rotting garden where crud and convenience combine
Over calamity we climb Sure we'll get this right next time
Who will look after what we leave behind? Still-burning barrier of smoldering pine Cover-less creatures confined Climbing vines, running blind Seeking shelter and safety in sudden decline
Over calamity we climb Sure we'll get this right next time
