My interpretation of 'March To The Sea'

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⚠mentions of suicide and cursing ⚠
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There's miles of land in front of us
And we're dying with every step we take
We're dying with every breath we make
And I'll fall in line

The year is 2033. The last tree on planet Earth was cut down three years ago and humans are inventing technology that replicates oxygen.

Even though it is allowing humans to breathe and live, the technology is fairly new, meaning, everyone is slowly dying and they can do nothing about it which is leading to another Great Depression.

Amidst this chaos, a group is deciding to go on a protest because of their situation and they hope scientists will do something about this. Abandoning their Oxygeni Postea, the device that allows them to breathe with oxygen.

During the protest, a woman is noticing how there's miles of land in front of them but nobody could differciate places because they all look the same with the trees wiped out and the animals going extinct soon after.

Without their Oxygeni Postea, they are dying with every step they take, and they are dying with every breath they make.

A stranger's back is all I see
He's only a few feet in front of me
And I'll look left and right sometimes
But I'll fall in line

Everyone can only see the back of the person whose only a few feet in front of them since they are all numb from the lack of their Oxygeni Postea.

They are all looking left and right at times, but it doesn't matter. The world, or whatever is left of it is going blurry and the withdrawal is kicking in.

Eventhough it's hard, they keep going.

No one looks up anymore
'Cause you might get a raindrop in your eye
And Heaven forbid they see you cry
As we fall in line

As time passes on and as more and more people are joining the protes. Hoping to change the world, they keep going. No one is looking up. They keep walking and walking.

It's starting to rain but no one is looking up. Even the rain is artificial, it is created to replicate rain. The rain doesn't make the protesters' clothes wet. It's artificial after all.

Someone in the protest is starting to sob, the french woman who volunteered in the soup kitchen years ago before everything turned to shit, who knows that everyone is going to die soon, whether they have their Oxygeni Postea or not.

A teenage boy is joining the line and consoling the poor woman in french.

"Heaven forbid they see you cry".

Those are her last words as she is now dead. Her body is laying on the floor motionless and her lavender dress clung onto her sweat.

An old man is now joining the line.

And about this time of every year
The line will go to the ocean pier
And walk right off into the sea
And then we fall asleep

A person is wondering on how long they're going to do this for and how long everyone is going to do this for.

The protesters are protesting while the world leaders are getting alarmed at the rate everyone is joining in and killing themselves.

It has now been two hours since the initial line started and no one who first started in the line is now alive.

Someone in front of the line is shouting something and another person is shouting something back at them but no one is caring about it.

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 30, 2022 ⏰

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