Oceans - Voices From The Fuselage

Apparent of a god inflicting,

Justice on this world.

Our atmosphere impounded by,

Our ample trees to burn.

Statistically crimes escalating,

As third world warfare thrives.

And men with soft explosives taking,

Pride in taking lives.

Stalagmites & Stalactites,

Transform into vast lakes.

Our oceans claiming all the land as,

We choke in urban wakes.

These provoke questions everyday.

Can you taste the salt?

Do you sense the fault?

Tell me what you claim your purpose.

When a world collides,

Can we say we tried?

As we form a brand new surface.

Brace yourself for waves,

To our sins we’re slaves,

Come tomorrow: underwater.

Prove me wrong?

What gods observe as we become:

The next cold layer of the Earth?

The sea of life lives constantly,

They’ll transcend humanity.

And no one knows what is to come,

The world knows better than anyone…

Oceans will claim us,

Oceans will claim us,

Oceans will claim us,

Oceans (will claim us,)

We’ve had our chance

To roam,

To grow,

To know,

To hope.

To roam,

To grow,

To know,

To hope.