A basilisk stalks the days ahead where fallen glaciers abandon their beds Our food system begins to collapse and starves our children yearning to be fed We stare at this yawning abyss unable to forget The price that we will pay or leave behind as debt Capital is stealing our future years away And it is poisoning our present days Look ahead to see disaster upon us We have become demon-haunted A chorus of Cassandras pounding at the glass Pointing to the fires and storms, disasters grow en masse But the basilisk spews soporific words So that they can keep the profit while our world burns Corruption is stealing our future years away Our rulers are poisoning these present days Look ahead to see disaster they make But we will not falter or break We owe our children and ourselves, the dispossessed, and the world's poor Restoration Reforestation Redistribution Reparations We have become demon-haunted Future is our present traumaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
