Rise Against - 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 it’s 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
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 it’s 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

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