The Great Dying

Life used to be

Much more simple

I knew of less tragedies

And friends where real people



Oh honey I

I'm not a rich man

I won't be able to save you in the end



When the come to your home

For your genome

Crispr's gonna take a piece out of you



We will draw the line

Defines who survives

The Great Dying



One of the 5%

To survive the end

The Great Dying



The Great Dying

The Great Dying

The Great Dying

The Great Dying



The last time I saw her

She put down her cane

And danced on the beach

While a wildfire raged on a mountainside across the lake



There's a vault of seeds

In the hills of Norway

I hope someday that we will find our way in



Begin again

Knowing the end

History taught us not to repeat



We will pen the story

Of how it could be

If greed was really considered a sin



Oh honey I

I'm not a rich man

I won't be able to save you in the end



When the come to your home

For your genome

Crispr will get its pound of flesh



We will draw the line

Defines who survives

The Great Dying



One of the 5%

To survive the end

The Great Dying



The Great Dying

The Great Dying

The Great Dying

The Great Dying



The Great Dying

Dying