Polar Onion - Allah-Las

A tired assertion

A sordid affair

A record repeating

With no one aware

Ooooooh, does it scare?

Layered like an onion

Cut pole to pole

Left for the vultures

Out in the cold

Ooooooh, is it old?

Caught on a snare

Spotted the scene

Waters will rise

Drowning the sea

I fill my cup

But it’s not enough

The tide is high

A casual observer

A room full of stares

A subtle unnerver

Out of its lair

Stuck in a cycle

Foreign to most

Acidic environs

Sicken the host

Ooooooh, far too close

Stuck on a snare

Spotted the scene

Waters will rise

Drowning the sea

I fill my cup

But it’s not enough

The end is nigh

Layered like an onion

Cut pole to pole

Left for the vultures

Out in the cold

Ooooooh, is it old?