I am here to be
Your preacher of morals
Your messenger of doom
To tell you your days are few
And I'm worried
Because we're in the same boat
And the waters are rising now
Right up to our throats
And so I ask: are you ready to dance
Dance to your death
Dance
Dance to your death
You see the man in his body
Made of flesh and bone
Does not end where his skin meets the air
Nature does not exist alone
You traded in
Sacred corn for the precious stone
But you dug in the hole to deep
Pachamama will not bemoan
And so I ask: are you ready to dance
Dance to your death
Dance
Dance to your death
Your cows are all hungry
And a steak dinner's on your mind
So you mow down the forest to feed them
And fill up your appetite
But what good are your lungs
When there's no air on earth to be breathed?
You sit at the table to tonight
But tomorrow, we'll all be the feast
And so I ask: are you ready to dance
Dance to your death
Dance
Dance to your death
My occupation, social status, self fulfillment and compassion
For nobody else other than my small group of friends and family
Living in a techno consumer abstract economic wasteland
Working overtime to fill the pockets of the richest man
The pockets of the richest man