S.O.S. (Global Suicide)

Maybe I was meant to born in the Seventies
When life was carefree & crazy
Where having a great time was writ large

But instead, born on the brink of the Digital Age
A child of Global Suicide
God knew we were killing ourselves

Maybe life on this planet here isn't so bad
Just stuck upon this dying world
How will we erase our mistakes?

Technology will now steer the fate of this planet
And we don't know where we're going
If only we could call out "S.O.S"

In the end we will defeat ourselves..


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