Lyrics:

It's been described almost like a trash soup.

They're calling this the great garbage patch of the pacific.

Now a floating island or several floating islands of rubbish,
Including everything from homes, to crushed cars, and even bodies.

If we don't change, where does this end?

Planet home is dying, mother earth is sick.
And we're the reason she's about to croak, I hope it sticks.
Nobody gave a qualm or fuck about the weather.
So rain, hail, sleet, or snow we're going out together.
And it will be forever, and it will be for all,
Suck it up and take your breath, it's the final curtin call, Yall.

We bottle everything and I think I'm bottomin' out.
Got a bunch of stupid shit that I would've been good without.
Could've took the high road but I felt like I had to have it.
Are we hard wired or am I coppin' shit out of habit?
We consumers, surprised we didn't notice it any sooner.
It's heatin' up, they sell you that global warming's a rumor.
A myth or, is it my frame of logic is piss poor?
Is any understanding of it too much to wish for?
I mean I'm not about to start up a rally,
But be honest, neither are you cause we don't want it that badly.
It's sad, people pretend like this shit they usin' just disappears,
As if it doesn't accumulate every fiscal year.
Shit don't evaporate, vanish without a trace,
There's an island made of trash, you can spot it from outer space, Gnarly.
Fuck it all, we fuckin' the planet raw,
In a place for each in all, it's a planet I don't recall, at all.
We all people, phones stuck in our hands,
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