Hiding from the Sun

End times are the talk of these times it is nothing new
The changing climate sparked the fires trapped from CO2
M1 DU dust it kills our soldiers and the born
Cancers from the air out there those countries are so torn

The shadow governed corporates they get that greed on well
An old Marine named Smedley wrote of end games all to tell
Hide away and run tomorrow where would we all go

Hiding from the sun
Hiding from the sun
There’s nowhere to run
Hiding from the sun

Once upon a time in Norway the summer temps were cool
These days of the C02 now heats their deer to drool
Honeybees that used to fly out drop dead from the sky
The smart man said that when the bees go flowers say goodbye

Species dying and we go on through science knows too well
An old Marine named Smedley wrote of end games all to tell
Hide away and run tomorrow where would we all go

Hiding from the sun
Hiding from the sun
There’s nowhere to run
Hiding from the sun

-guitar solo

The doubters say that C02 now is all fine and good
But think of just a century since powered plants have stood
Mother Earth is crying this time with her tears of pain
She is striking out with sadness with her fury plain

Winds of change have swept on through the planet is not well
An old Marine named Smedley wrote of end games all to tell
Hide away and run tomorrow where would we all go

Hiding from the sun
Hiding from the sun
There’s nowhere to run
Hiding from the sun