The dark's appeal Is very real And every voter plays a part.
The meek will inherit the Earth. Perhaps But only after all those other chaps Are done with their fun There's work to be done We'll clear up the mess after the collapse
I'll not delete your name. Not yet. I want to remember you. Not forget.
It's time for us to change this world. It's time we all were trying. For I'd rather see kids protesting Than watch them slowly dying.
If our great planet’s only hope Was people buying bars of soap Not plastic pumps of shower gel, I wonder, would it end up well?