Fires Below

We're still here, alive but just waiting to die. The sky is turning black, as the ice melts into the sea. Have you ever noticed it's getting harder to breathe? Darkness and terror is hiding our vision. The torment is trying to reach us here, the closer it gets, the faster we have failed. The cause and effect is not something you see, with your head in the sand and your own biased reality. It's not our survival, so why should we care? It's not our survival. An existence of desperation in tragedy, nowhere to hide in a depressing existence collapse of something used and destroyed. Easy when they're faceless, we don't watch them bleed. Our lives of greed are just someone's dreams, you're willing to march but not willing to lead, the truth is that our comfort isn't colored green. It's not our survival.