Global Warming - The Acacia Strain

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’ve taken away my lungs

You were the lesser of two evils

Now I’m not sure who is worse

You had your day in the sun

We can’t all protect and serve

This is 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 can’t stop me now

You are all guilty

We are all pieces of shit

We are all wastes of life

You’ll never amount to anything

I’ll make damn sure of that