There's a sickly sense of unease

Background anxiety in the air

Something wrong with the planet

Like a hole getting ready to tear

 

Science is tomorrow's igorance

We grew too big for our boots

We've dug a hole in the future, its

Too late to go back to our roots

 

Greenland's ice seemed a fixture

Taken for granted, always there

Now its melting, dying, dwindling

Soon it will be rocks and thin air

 

James Watt planted a time-bomb

Blue skies got poisoned by greed

We were hypnotised by treadmills

Sustainability maimed, left to bleed

 

Hear balls drop when jugglers pause

We spun from our's a digital dystopia

What avarice mistook as being clever

Was naked, old-fashioned, myopia

 

Survivors will look back at plagues

Wars, famines, that crazy digital hell

They'll huddle in mad silicon ruins

Ask why none heard the tolling bell

 

Ancient denier Nero had nothing on us

Soon its not only Rome that will burn

Humans convinced they were clever

There was nought they needed to learn

 

What's left of us will wake under

A sun pelting down molten lead

Where a rising sea, dead with plastic

Laps, unconcerned, about his head

 

Science is tomorrow's ignorance

We grew too big for our boots

We've dug a hole in the future, it's

Too late to go back to our roots