Collapse (Post-Amerika)

When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow And when our summers grow longer and winters won’t snow From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills To the fight in the desert where progress stands still When we’ve lost our will That’s how we’ll know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes We're crashing into the ground as all fall from grace When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke When the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes When your home on the range has been torn down and paved and The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave What more will it take For us to know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes Kissing the ground as well fall from grace This is a chance to set things straight To bend or break the rules back into place There is no middle ground, no compromise, we’ve drawn the line With perfect aim, we stand back and throw Glass windows break and it’s all about to blow Lights go out as we pass the torch again In hope that it stays lit Neutrality means that you don’t really care Cause the struggle goes on even when you’re not there Blind and unaware That’s how we’ll know This is not a test, oh no This is cardiac arrest Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes We're crashing into the ground as we all, yeah we all, all fall from grace