The End Is Nigh

    
 The rainforest is dead    
 that's what the paper said    
As the old folks said you make your own bed    
and that idea fills my heart with dread    
The bell tolls for you and me    
but we are too blind to see    
 Human life will soon never be the same    
 in my mind echo's that sad refrain    
 In the wings    
 the fat lady sings    
 It is too late to ask why    
 bc, The End Is Nigh