Anthropocene Songtext
von Peter Oren

Where will I go
When I don′t want to be
With idle hands awaiting catastrophe?
Here, here, here in the Anthropocene
Here, here, here

How will we escape this hell we made?
How will we escape this hell?


Is it a park?
Is it a plaza?
Where do I need to be?
Is it a pipeline?
Is it some refinery?
Change ain't coming down from above
No sooner hold office than a Molotov

How will we escape this hell we made?
How will we escape this hell?

Pick your poison or pick your pride
Soon there′ll be nowhere left to hide
The soil is cleaner than money
We need bees for more than their honey

How will we escape this blue scene?
How will we escape this hell?
How will we escape this hell we made?
How will we escape this hell?
How will we escape this hell we made?
How will we escape this hell?