some refuse to believe it
just propaganda to keep us more confined
while others sweep it under the rug
to be uncovered later by our young

some say living is dying
and every breath is just counting down
to the day when all your pointless endeavors mean nothing
to the day they out you underground
but it’s the cry of the selfish one’s who say:
“me first get to the back of the line
the world is dying but i’m winning the race
we’ll be long gone before we pay for our crimes”

it’s another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
it’s another fine mess today
it’s another fine mess and it’s getting harder to ignore
it’s another fine mess we’ve made

and the confident leaders
will only lead us to the end of the day
lining their pockets with the lives of our children
ignoring tomorrow cause it’s so far away
and the ignorant will say:
“your science is denial of god”
but the denial they refuse to admit

from the oil that burns without keeping us warm
the foreshadowing winds of the nastiest storms
out of sight out of mind it’s not time there’s no time to be blind

it’s another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
it’s another fine mess today
it’s another fine mess and it’s getting harder to ignore
it’s another fine mess we’ve made

where will stand when the land that you love has been flooded
with the apathy of years before
when the lines in the sand have been washed away
along the rapidly receding shores

from the oil that burns without keeping us warm
the foreshadowing winds of the nastiest storms
out of sight out of mind it’s not time there’s no time to be blind

it’s another fine mess do you hear that knocking at your door
it’s another fine mess today
it’s another fine mess so much greater than your petty wars
it’s another fine mess we’ve made