Text: Acacia Strain, The. Global Warming.

The only reason I want to be on top of the world is so i can crush it underfoot
At least you can pat yourself
on the back
we can't destroy fast enough
and you taken away my lungs
you were the lesser of two evils
now im not sure who is worse
you had your day in the sun
we cant all protect and serve

this was a very convenient truth
deviants in a world of heroic conformity
you will never alter the way we live our lives
traded tropical climate for nuclear winter
i despise you for including me in your plans

and he won himself a god damned prize
the blackest clouds cant stop me now
you are guilty
we are all pieces of shit
we are all wastes of life
you'll never amount to anything
ill make damn sure of that