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Situation, running out of supplies
Cold weather, airless, grey skies
Nature's army has the power today
Politicians are running away

It's time we suffer our sins

Food in the form of dust
The sun is exploding
No one to trust
Nature's revenge has begun
All the earthlings have nowhere to run

In the end we all seem the same
It's time we suffer our sins
Situation, running out of supplies   Cold weather, airless, grey skies   Nature's army has the power today   Politicians are running away      It's time we suffer our sins      Food in the form of dust   The sun is exploding   No one to trust   Nature's revenge has begun   All the earthlings have nowhere to run      In the end we all seem the same   It's time we suffer our sins
 
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