murphhh - PETRICHOR - Acoustic Version текст песни

Текст песни PETRICHOR - Acoustic Version - murphhh




Yeah
It smells like petrichor, the sky is burning
My blood vessels recoil and my stomach's churning
The sirens roar, the fire's fed, you still hear the tills beep
All in all, we've made our beds, it's time for the big sleep
Now get the fuck out your private jet
What on God's decayed earth do you people not get?
Most of us are quick to forget
But nature remembers an oxygen debt
Running out of time, it should be a crime
These people only care about their bottom line
Don't care what it takes to get rich
Leave the poor and the animals to drown in their own shit
We're locked up and we're our own jailers
Can't inhale a clean breath from nature
Social media drowns out the real shit
In favour of the new Marvel trailer
Those with the power control the law
Middle East at war in pursuit of oil
Trees get sawed to the forest floor
So why the fuck are we the ones using a paper straw?
It smells like petrichor, the sky is burning
My blood vessels recoil and my stomach's churning
The sirens roar, the fire's fed, you still hear the tills beep
All in all, we've made our beds, it's time for the big sleep
Carbon footprint, we're all rats, you're an elephant
Take a hint, all your facts are irrelevant
Pull a finger out and prove you're intelligent
Focus on preservation, not development
Not built to last is that iPhone you're wielding
A year or two'll pass and you'll throw it in the green bin
Un-recyclable trash shipped abroad in a steel ship
Thrown in landfill for poor brown kids to deal with
I highly doubt that we'll live past 60
This ain't a mystery, don't get Agatha Christie
I'll say it again, it's the 1% that caused this pain
To maintain their reign over a fucked up, joyless domain
Put a strain on the ozone layer with their private planes
Stripping minerals from veins
Depriving the blood to our brain, it's fucking insane
According to a recent study by the
Sustainability and marketeing agency Yard
Taylor Swift's plane took to the skies 170 times
In the first 200 days of 2022
Emitting 8,293 metric tons of carbon dioxide
That's equivalent to what 1,184
Average people would emit in a year
It smells like petrichor, the sky is burning
My blood vessels recoil and my stomach's churning
The sirens roar, the fire's fed, you still hear the tills beep
All in all, we've made our beds, it's time for the big sleep



Авторы: Harris Murphy, Samuel Bates


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