When our rivers run dry 
and our crops cease to grow
And when our summers grow longer 
and winters won't snow
From the breaks of the ocean and the ice in the hills
And the fight in the desert where progress stand still

When we've lost our will,
that's how we'll know that
This is not a test 
we'll know this is cardiac arrest
When the world is too proud to admit our mistakes
We're crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace

When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke
When the marsh fever spreads 
from the swamps to our homes
When your home on the range has been torn down and paved
The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave

What more will it take?
For us to know
This is not a test 
we'll know this is cardiac arrest
When the world is too proud to admit our mistakes
Kissing the ground as we all fall from grace

This is a chance to set things straight
To bend or break the rules back into place
There is no middle ground, no compromise
We've drawn the line, with perfect aim
We've stood back and thrown
Glass windows break and it's all about to blow
Lights go out, as we pass the torch again
And hope that it stays lit

Neutrality means that
You don't really care
Because the struggle goes on
Even when your not there
Blind and unaware

That's how we'll know
This is not a test 
we'll know this is cardiac arrest
When the world is too proud to admit our mistakes
Crashing into the ground as we all, 
and we'll all fall from grace