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For those who deny climate science, this is an aide for instrospection.

Lyrics

There’s a signal on the wire
but it’s buried in code
from pole to pole
it winds down the road
there’s a ghost in the rhythm
and a riddle in the key
from the wall on a wire overhead down the street
to a whisper underneath the confessionary tree
Hey now
will you finally see?
when the river runs red and the poles unfreeze
Hey now
when you finally see
whittle your name on the confessionary tree
Truth breaks hard
in a hurricane’s path
increments of change
that can be measured in a lab
Chief Seattle sleeps
there’s a stain on the sun
his final act of conflict when the day was done
was to lay a rose
across the barrel of a gun
Hey now
will you finally see?
when the river runs red and the poles unfreeze
Hey now
when you finally see
carve your name in the confessionary tree
From the basement of your soul
to the hole in the sky
now you’re in a voting booth
and you don’t know why
We all get lost
and we all get found
from the bars of the cradle
to the hole in the ground
to a tree on a hill at the edge of the town
Hey now
will you finally see?
when the river runs red and the poles unfreeze
Hey now
when you finally see
tie yourself to the confessionary tree