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  • When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow
    And when our summer grow longer and winters won't snow
    From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills
    To the fight in the desert where progress stands still
    When we've lost our will
    That's how we'll know, this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    We're crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace
    When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke
    When the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes
    When your home on the range has been torn down and paved
    The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave
    What more will it take?
    For us to know this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    Kissing the ground as we all fall from grace
    This is a chance to set things straight
    To bend or break the rules back into place
    There is no middle ground, no compromise
    We've drawn the line
    With perfect aim, we stand back and throw
    Glass windows break and it's all about to blow
    Lights go out as we pass the torch again
    In hope that is stays lit, oh
    Neutrality means that you don't really care'
    Cause the struggle goes on even when you're not there
    Blind and unaware
    That's how we'll know, this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    We're crashing into the ground as we all
    Yeah, we all, all fall from grace
  • When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow
    And when our summer grow longer and winters won't snow
    From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills
    To the fight in the desert where progress stands still
    When we've lost our will
    That's how we'll know, this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    We're crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace
    When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke
    When the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes
    When your home on the range has been torn down and paved
    The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave
    What more will it take?
    For us to know this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    Kissing the ground as we all fall from grace
    This is a chance to set things straight
    To bend or break the rules back into place
    There is no middle ground, no compromise
    We've drawn the line
    With perfect aim, we stand back and throw
    Glass windows break and it's all about to blow
    Lights go out as we pass the torch again
    In hope that is stays lit, oh
    Neutrality means that you don't really care'
    Cause the struggle goes on even when you're not there
    Blind and unaware
    That's how we'll know, this is not a test, oh no
    This is cardiac arrest of a world too proud to admit our mistakes
    We're crashing into the ground as we all
    Yeah, we all, all fall from grace