I can't stop thinking about the way the we've neglected Everything that you have for so long protected. And I think about the disappearing canopy. Will you lose your patience as we pollute the rest of what you see? Breathing like a gun. Waiting for the count down to run out. 5 4 3 2 1 Breathing like a gun. Bleeding sun. Your rain is pouring down. Falling on The wasted broken ground. Forgive us all. As we fight amongst our selves we kill the world that's kept us As we indulge our selfish thoughts as men we bring your justice The time has come to recognize. Is it too late? Is this a sign? Who will lead us? Who will save us When the sun comes crashing down?