Why do we work to leave this earth? We’ve been here forever but we only know so much 20% of the ocean is known, how do we call this our hearth So let’s explore that before it’s gone, that’s my hunch We work to get out and reach the stars Dreams and hopes being built from scratch But while we work at that, our home collects scars We should really focus on the earth before it becomes a black-patch Humans are like parasites, we eat and eat and eat We poison and destroy and oh well I don't like it here anymore As the temperature rises, What is this heat? Why has the world never changed like this before Well it's our fault obviously, us gather together like a convoy Let’s not ask for a new home that we will just destroy