What Is This Place Again?
Fast;
The youth is running,
Their souls are broken.
Mothers are humming,
They are still shaken.
Fathers are drinking,
Their dignity was taken.
And I am here asking:
"What is this place again?"
Faster;
The industry is growing
But only the few shall gain
The globe is warming
And the heat will remain
The land is drying
Where is the rain?
Mother Nature is crying
This is her pain
What are we doing?
No one can explain
I'm still wondering
"What is this place again?"
Slow;
The environment is changing
But only for the worst.
Pollution is spreading
That's what it does best.
The people aren't thinking
They just want to rest.
Yet they are still complaining
At that, they are the best.
This has gotten so confusing
"What is this place again?"
Slower;
A few are starting to realise
We're heading to a dead end
But that is no surprise
We knew it was gonna end
Life has flashed before our eyes
We are as dead as our own Rand
There's no time to rise
The hour glass is already full of sand
All we can do is fantasise
About a less painful end
Here's all I can say to summarize
This is the meaning of The End
The days are finished in my calendar
The time has come for me to surrender
But before I go into my slumber
Can someone just help me to remember
"What is this place again?"
-Nikita
