Ashes to ashes . . . dust to dust . . .
Flowers that wither, metal that rusts
Clock hand circle restlessly
Waters rising from the seas
Ashes to ashes, there must have been flame
Smoke billows in thick remains
Rigs suck oil from the ground
Burning makes the world go 'round
Dust to dust without reprieve
My lungs fill but I cannot breathe
Burning fuels with air in heat
Industry won't stop its beat
Ashes to ashes . . . dust to dust . . .
Heat will boil the unjust
Storms wreck havoc on the shores
And still, we burn and burn some more.
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