Thermal count is rising in perpetual writhing
The primordial ooze and the sanity they lose
Awakened in the morning to more air-pollution warnings
Still we sleepwalk off to work as our nervous systems jerk
Pretending not to notice how history has forbode us
With the greenhouse in effect our environment was wrecked
Now I can only laugh as I read our epitaph
We end our lives as moles in the dark of the dawn patrol
