Ice Age in the Immediate Future Pt. III: A Matter of Survival

So many are living hand to mouth,
More than you could count
Greed, distress and desperation
Never cease to mount

Too many humans
And seals are few
Just what are we coming to?

I’m going to make an offering to god,
The first seal I can kill
Seems to me it’s the only way
To buy some time so I will
Going to be engaged in a mortal struggle
Just to make ends meet
But that’s all in vain ‘cause others keep coming
So once more I repeat

Too many humans
And seals are few
If you’re a god I’m begging you

Too many humans
And seals are few
More seals and fewer people
Is all I ask of you now

…A matter of survival…