Blame is an easy baton to pass around
When you know you’ve done nothing

Eventually, this little game, this entertainment,
This is what will burn our little blue planet

Distractions, ignorance, lack of responsibility,
Fear of facing one’s true face, and not doing something about it.

The end has never felt so close. And we’ll flirt with it, flirt with that ice-nine, till our fingers fall off, flirt ourselves to the ground.

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