When we cut the grass, we cut our ties to our natural past/
create an urban disaster path worse than the Katrina aftermath/
we cast the lower class and leave 'em broken/
but we won't cast their bones because their broke and homeless/
most folks don't condone this but the pressure's on like zone blitz and the athletes own the most shit/
a dose can cause narcoses and just a toast can turn us into ghosts/
were all floating off the coast in just a soaking boat/
its in slow motion the way we prepare to save the ocean/
as we take another sip of oil potion, from the sea thats broken/
our straw is not enough to save our soil from the water that is potent
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