[Verse]
I need you to breathe, but breathe slowly. We don't have much oxygen to spare. It's only 2018 and I can see the world tearing and ripping apart. I have a few years left. Left living. Breathing with no children. Possibly a spouse; possibly no family. No pets, no medicine. Nothing left but demons. Demons in my head. I can't cry anymore, the pain is too severe to spectate and conquer. Save us. Save me. Save our species. We fight for what we want, but neglect the pain and the measures we take to retrieve such a want and then force it into a need. Force it, force it into something we care about. We abuse what we need. We barely have anything left. If anyone is listening, at all. Take my hand. We can revive our dying planet. We can help those in need. It will just take time. In time, we have less of. In the more we wait that is. Take this message. Spread it around. For our souls are in the process if extinction.