Fatal attraction to bright lights, and loud explosions
Insects will rule when we've had our go
Our rise and fall, our stewardship, our temper tantrums
Our art, our excellence, our hubris, poverty and greed
Flash points everywhere
And everybody's scared
Complex systems failure
And the lord of chaos is in
All things must pass, oceans bereft of life
A fungal bloom allows no light, the depths no longer rise
As we dine in streets of filth and close our eyes
While the world is burning and all the sеas rise
Flash points everywhеre
And everybody's scared
Complex systems failure
And the lord of chaos is in
