JET MARKET LYRICS

"Running With Scissors"

Till the last tree
Till the last drop
Till the last blood
Till the last tear
Till the last sun
Till the last scream

Look at us, look at us
Look at us, look at us

It seems we're all good in turning away
Pretending not to see what we face
Waiting for the pieces to fall into place

And we're still here
Waiting for the end to come
Waiting for the end to come
And we're still here
Waiting for the end to come
Waiting for the end to come

We consume more than we produce and we still consume
We catalyze this decline as executioners of ourselves
We never try to change how we behave;
Rather, we keep on bleeding the earth white
Till the last tree falls with no surprise
Till the last creature's killed for our delight
Fine, if you're going to run then
Notice what is in your hands
I hope not to see you falling
I hope not to see you falling
But clouds have no silver lining in these empty days

And we're still here
Waiting for the end to come
Waiting for the end to come
And we're still here
Waiting for the end to come
Waiting for the end to come

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