| There’s oil and gas detected in the sea
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| And they need tons of it to move their goods
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| Oil tankers break in two periodically
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| And death is playin his melody
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| Out of sight, out of mind, waste pollute the sea
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| Who’s to die the brutal kind?
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| We deserve the blackened rose
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| Tons of trash won’t decompose
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| Money’s reigning in your head
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| You don’t care, you slash her death!
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| Slash!
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| The timber trade, good for the company
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| The Amazonian forest offers much
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| There’s hunt and trade of threatened animals
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| In so much ways, we can not see!
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| Greed for cash and avarice, lumberjacks arrive
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| They don’t care, who will survive
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| We deserve the blackened rose
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| Tons of trash won’t decompose
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| Money’s reigning in your head
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| You don’t care, you slash her death!
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| Death commandos operate
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| Worldwide and decide your fate
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| Stand up and frustrate their plan!
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| Earth recuperates again
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| Atomic waste disposal underground
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| Nuclear reactors — an eternal risk
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| We do not have complete control of it
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| The folks demand to shut' em down
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| Hell, infernal overkill
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| The danger is latent
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| People start to comprehend
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| We deserve the blackened rose
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| Tons of trash won’t decompose
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| Money’s reigning in your head
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| You don’t care, you slash her death!
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| Slash us dead!
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| Slash!
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| Slash!
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| Slash!
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| Slash!
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| Slash!
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| Slash! |