The rainforest is dead  
that's what the paper said 
As the old folks said you make your own bed 
and that idea fills heart will dread 
The bell tolls for you and me 
but we are too blind to see 
Human life will soon never the same 
in my mind echo's that sad refrain 
In the wings 
the fat lady sings 
It is too late to ask why 
bc, The End Is Nigh