Your morals hang by a thread So innocent in all that death Shielded and naive We close your eyes To the impending doom Won't you read the signs Culture taught us wrong We had the wrong plan Last days of Rome Oh how could we Read it out so wrong The warmest winter The death of bees Free from pain It does not scream So innocent in all that death In all that destruction You never needed proof Even if the evidence was undeniable and true You would find a way to dismiss it To live in your bubble Not just comfort for your ignorant self No you're so calculating Oh you're so rational BUT IT DOES AFFECT YOU