Collapse (Post-Amerika)

When our rivers run dry and our crops cease to grow

And when our summers grow longer and winters won't snow

From the banks of the ocean and the ice in the hills

To the fight in the desert where progress stands still

When we've lost our will

That's how we'll know

This is not a test

oh no

This is cardiac arrest

Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes

We're crashing into the ground as we all fall from grace

When the air that we breathe becomes air that we choke

When the marsh fever spreads from the swamps to our homes

When your home on the range has been torn down and paved and

The buffalo roam to a slaughterhouse grave

What more will it take

For us to know

This is not a test

oh no

This is cardiac arrest

Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes

Kissing the ground as we all fall from grace

This is a chance to set things straight

To bend or break the rules back into place

There is no middle ground

no compromise

we've drawn the line

With perfect aim

we stand back and throw

Glass windows break and its all about to blow

Lights go out as we pass the torch again

In hope that it stays lit

Neutrality means that you don't really care

Cause the struggle goes on even when you're not there

Blind and unaware…

That's how we'll know

This is not a test

oh no

This is cardiac arrest

Of a world too proud to admit our mistakes

We're crashing into the ground as we all

yeah we all

all fall from grace