Caught up in our own derangement
Tell us what to say and what to do
When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow, When our summer grow longer and winters won't snow, From the bank 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 we all fall from grace!