The Sun Is Not My Son

They say we'll be fine
Can keep on filling in our peckish mouths
We swallow all the friends we have
And lead our flesh into the end
Who will be left?

When the worlds collapse
Who will be there to blame for things we've done?
We'll be marching down the street
Thinking how the hell to breathe
Who will be here?

Isn't that what we wanted?
The Earth's getting hotter than Beyonce

What if when we die
There will be no one left to greet the sun?
Will it ever rise again
To keep itself from suffocating?
Who will be there?
Will we ever rise again
To keep ourselves from suffocating?
Who will be there?
Who will be there?