p.i.o.t.s

End of the way
It's ok to be afraid
We're all the same
Different parts in this game

But, when the fire, the rain
It comes to hit us once again
I know we are the first that ought to feel this horrible pain
Not you, well, you are
The pure innocence of this star
It's true

Look what's become
Of our seas
It's so done
If dying fish
Were to speak
Would we stop?

When the fire, the rain
It comes to hit us once again
I know we are the first that ought to feel this horrible pain
Not you, well, you are
The pure innocence of this star
It's true
And by now i'm sure there isn't much left to do
With the cars and the planes
They'll come to hit us once again
It's true