Late Stage Harm Reduction

The watchers watch them drift away
Fading into sunsets and sinking into the horizon
With remnants of a lifetime packed up in small bags
Despair driven migration and a risk of death or loved ones dying
Dodging western bombs, starvation and endless war
The hegemon's warpath stays amplified
Harm reducers close their eyes and scream four more
Years pass with increased power structure devotion
While the entire world becomes a violent ocean
Made to drown us all
No places, safe spaces
When greed develops and manipulates the land
We work for less, our money funds our own troubles
Untenability, tent cities, cleared away despite unpopular demand
We work for less in the name of faux progress
We simp for convenience at the world's expense

Maritime Border security priorities shift to track and observe
Swift and underreported human rights abuses of the unheard
An unseen hellscape they never deserved
Delivered from selfish hands with a deadly cost
Desperate operations as a byproduct
Of foreign policies with the gloves off
The chase for every resource for capital is a catastrophic knife wound
The taste for bloodlust and power
Leaves the have-nots removed or sent to their graves
Blown away by munitions sent to madmen for special interest proxy gain
The tides that roll back in will take us all in waves
No places, safe spaces
When greed develops and manipulates the land
We work for less, our money funds our own troubles
Untenability, tent cities, cleared away despite unpopular demand
We work for less in the name of faux progress
We've normalized apathy and callousness

Everyone needs a place to go, everyone needs a place to go
Everyone needs a place to go, everyone needs a place to go
Everyone needs a place to go, everyone needs a place to go
Everyone needs a place to go
Capsized lives sink to depths unknown
Drones circle above while flesh and homes turn to ashes below
The watchers' eyes remain stoic and cold
Land grabs through intervention for more resource control
Everyone needs a place to go, free to stay, free to move
Our lives intertwined by the watchers' reign over capital
Everyone needs a place to go, free to stay, free to move
Free to live without fear of the watchers' rule
Everyone needs a place to go, everyone needs a place to go
Everyone needs a place to go, everyone needs a place to go
The earth is washed
Bought and sold into its death throes
As we hum along to its swan song with our eyes closed