2038

2038 lyrics

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Original languageEnglish
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Original lyrics

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Situation, running out of supplies Cold weather, airless, grey skies Nature's army has the power today Politicians are running away It's time we suffer our sins Food in the form of dust The sun is exploding No one to trust Nature's revenge has begun All the earthlings have nowhere to run In the end we all seem the same It's time we suffer our sins