Subject: Earth/Environment

VICIOUS CYCLE

Lungs and legs about to give out

Still pushing with a vengeance on an incline of doubt

Not knowing or caring where it's all heading

Or even how it might end

Wind and rain hold a cruel surprise

For every rough and tumble rolling with our demise

Life chained to a shelf, ever dwindling health

Do I dare think myself any better?

Can't think of anything but the road ahead

Can't look to anyone for understanding

Can't count on any force but the naked tire tread

Can't make sense of a world uncomprehending

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Born of a vicious cycle

All vicious and mean

Swirling in a death spiral

Where the vulture's scream

Cursed heir to the prophecy

Of a doomsday fate

Delivered to extinction

Born but all too late

All too late

Traffic ebbs, the chaos subsides

To the pessimistic solitude of daily bike rides

And growing concerns how the world ever squirms

With its third degree burns out of this one

Land and Sea respond in effect

To our catastrophic arrogance, abuse and neglect

Can anyone born into such a shit-storm

Emerge wounded and worn out of this one?

Can't talk to anyone of the fear and dread

Can't fight the thought it's borrowed time I'm spending

Can't help but pedal on to clear my troubled head

Can't see life in a world so fit for ending

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THE WORLD IS GETTING AWAY

Sunlight threw suspicion on the moon

Then the stars were blamed

Someone pointed a finger at the gods

And the universe was framed

But the world, the world is getting away

Oil implicated

In a world wide scheme

Everyone a victim

Of a hijacked dream

Zombies we circle the block

Like hands on the face of a clock

Life's a tattered suit

That just don't fit

We slowly waste away

Growing into it

Shoppers just doing time

In life's frozen check-out line

chorus:

The world is getting away

From the scene of the crime

And leaving shards of evidence

In shattered lives behind

The world is getting away

Giving all of us the slip

Like an omen to a clueless crew

Abandoned by the ship

Poisonous cloud

Building in the air

Handy-man planet

In need of repair

World full of carbon emission

Less than in live-in condition

Demographic born

To sweat and slave

Busy being mommy's

Little live-in maid

"Daddy said pick up the slack

And finish before we get back"

(chorus)

On the sea of extinction

Where wind and tide begin to shift

Under sky as thin as ice

Another species set adrift

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