Handlebars

Handlebars, motorcars, piles of beds
Cigarettes and epithets thrown in the wind
We beat the treetops in climbing the sky
What will our children hear when they ask why?

Rising tides, bona fide holes in the sky
Almost no bumblebees or fish in the sea
We ate the apple and cut down the tree
Is it still progress if it kills you and me?

Lacrimosa dies illa
Qua resurget ex favilla



Credits
Writer(s): Nolan Lindenburg
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