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