we drink bottled water cause we think it's good for us
we've forgotten the Earth that gave birth to us
here's a hose and a funnel, make me a beer bong
lookin for the light at the end of this tunnel,
and the story turns into a song...
I rewired my radio last night to pick up frequencies of other galaxies
and so far all I have recieved are distant memories of helpless pleas...
the sheer reality it seems all the other planets are infected with this communicable disease
they tell a tale strangely familiar
of how their world turned nuclear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem