I think I have answers
The world is a cancer
Our blasphemous mantras
All bullets in blood
The sickness, the triggers
We hope idol figures
Will carry the buried
Souls up above
Made out of carbon
Stored in compartments
We’re too bored to function
All baked in the mud
With no one to save us
I hope we can face us
We turned on the world
And now we wait for the flood

The toxins, the plastic
The water is acid
An ocean of madness
Your homes will all float
Can you vote for a savour?
Owe Noah a favour?
Think man is much greater?
We’re the butt of a joke

So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves
We say that we care but we’re happy in hell
I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown
We’re all gonna drown
We’re all gonna

I think I have answers
The world is a cancer
Our blasphemous mantras
All bullets in blood
With no one to save us
I hope we can face us
We turned on the world
And now we wait for the flood

So we line up in shame while we pray for ourselves
We say that we care but we’re happy in hell
I think we all know that we’re all gonna drown
We’re all gonna drown
We’re all gonna