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Empty Bottles

from Cranberry Stream by Glasshealer

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All the frost thawed out
Inconsequential to the sovereign ground
Cyclones and broken chains
All but extinguishing the western flame
Seismic rattles, falling rubble
Embers cloud the sky in plastic smoke
No trees left to breathe
And all we’ve got left are jokes

Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts

Steady onto a fateful path, all transmissions die
An inescapable meteor shower of plunging satellites
Tectonic convulsions knock and rift apart two sides
A mammoth chemical wave arrives with nowhere left to hide

Mining for the profit but greed doesn’t matter when there’s bleach in your lungs
Far atop the other but clout doesn’t matter when there’s no drinking water
A prestige badge of a profitable minority, a heavy shadow we all must carry

Oh
Ain’t that apocalyptic?
But let's just all hang out
Empty bottles of self-indulgence
Drown out our muffled shouts

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from Cranberry Stream, released February 27, 2020

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