Trees cry tears as axes split hairs,
Don’t think twice, it’s a plastic
paradise.
Mountains shout higher, air becomes
fire,
Pleading earth rights, just to lose
fights,
But don’t think twice, it’s a plastic
paradise.
Morals are adjusted to conditions
that rusted,
The earth quakes, her Indignation
breaks,
But don’t think twice, it’s a plastic
paradise.
Wind spirit blowing, a banshee cry
growing,
The living witness all, life sickens,
death falls,
But hay, don’t think twice, it’s a
plastic paradise.
