Thermal count is rising in perpetual writhing 

The primordial ooze and the sanity they lose 

Awakened in the morning to more air-pollution warnings 

Still we sleepwalk off to work as our nervous systems jerk 

Pretending not to notice how history has forbode us 

With the greenhouse in effect our environment was wrecked 

Now I can only laugh as I read our epitaph 

We end our lives as moles in the dark of the dawn patrol