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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
