8th Deadly Sin

There used to be a season for my mood

There used to be a season for my food

There used to be a call of the wild

There used to be a map for my child

For every child

Are we not a little late?

Deadly sin number eight

Honey bees dying out

Beetles too, twist and shout

Plastic seas, plastic lives

Plastic trees, plastic wives, plastic lives

You can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out

Skeletons or trees, the light we've left

Makes it hard to see life or death

You can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out

There used to be a song for every feeling

There used to be a lightbulb in the ceiling

I used to have some shoes on my feet

I used to pray for something to eat

For something to eat

We're savages, eat it raw

Throw the bones on the floor

I understand, you play to win

Do you understand the mess we're in?

So what's the plan, Action Man?

Silly boys, broken toys, silly boys

You can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out

Oh, skeletons or trees, the light we've left

Makes it hard to see life or death

You can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out

Skeletons or trees, the light we've left

Makes it hard to see life or death

You can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out

Oh, skeletons or trees, the light we've left

Makes it hard to see life or death

So you can't see what I see, I'm gonna have to spell it out