He's got a gun to his head
She's got a bullet in her leg
They've got a badge on their chest with their pronouns pressed
A house that's cold
A child that's been told
A million times that this earth is too old
And the press makes a mess
And the rest is a test
Of the best in a government sesh, all the presh
The Augustinian idea of original sin
Mum says "Don't forget to put out the bins"
And the laws created in the spirit of Marinetti
They're begging for a tin of alphabetti spaghetti
And it's not that funny
And I'm worried that it is
Cause the place that we've created is a hell at best
My parcel's delivered in record time
But her dad's in prison for a possession crime
Oh, eyes open wide
Yeah we're halting the tide
Of this planet that's died
And the landscape that's fried
There's nowhere to hide and
The governments lied and
The oceans have cried
And now we're dying inside
We're dying inside
We're screaming inside
We've run out of time
We're dying inside
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry that this isn't right
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry for wasting your time
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry that this isn't right
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry for wasting your time
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry that this isn't right
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry for wasting your time
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry that this isn't right
I'm sorry that there isn't time
I'm sorry for wasting your time
