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pesticides
by Savan DePaul
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Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Can't feed your spawn with poisoned roots
Leaking onto toys in youth
Can't find a nest if the ground been torched
Hundreds dead bring thousands more
I'm pretty sure you all know about the floods, droughts, mass migrations
Spread of malaria, extinctions, crop field reductions
I'm pretty sure you all know about the floods, droughts, mass migrations
Extinctions, extinctions, extinctions
A biosphere forsaken for the goods it brings
Will spill its wrath unabated on the future kin
A pesticide-laden destiny is super grim
But so's trying to improve the same hood that they shoot you in
A silent cicada never gets their mates to arrive
But can the goal be accomplished while still staying alive?
I'd never demonise the bee who finds a way to survive
Unless her strategies are apathy or betraying her hive
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Can't feed your spawn with poisoned roots
Leaking onto toys in youth
Can't find a nest if the ground been torched
Hundreds dead bring thousands more
I'm pretty sure you all know about the floods, droughts, mass migrations
Spread of malaria, extinctions, crop field reductions
I'm pretty sure you all know about the floods, droughts, mass migrations
Extinctions, extinctions, extinctions
A biosphere forsaken for the goods it brings
Will spill its wrath unabated on the future kin
A pesticide-laden destiny is super grim
But so's trying to improve the same hood that they shoot you in
A silent cicada never gets their mates to arrive
But can the goal be accomplished while still staying alive?
I'd never demonise the bee who finds a way to survive
Unless her strategies are apathy or betraying her hive
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no (I think we're screwed)
Nooo, no no no
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
Pain, power, and pesticides
