We're Struggling, Losing Our Souls

 

We're Struggling Losing Our Souls

The first chorus-y part of this song came from a dream, and it seemed timely to make this song about the apocalyptic state o' the world as it is, right now. It turns out, there was this study done, where it was found out there are 40% fewer birds than there were 30 years ago. That's some freaky-ass shit. That, and all the bad stuff happening in Europe right now are, collectively, fucked-uppedly freaky-ass shit.

The lyrics are:

It is adversely impacting my psychology 

When I see what's happening to the ecology

Of our tiny planet, and I will shed many tears

When I can not stand it I will go drink many beers

I'm struggling losing my soul
I'm struggling losing my soul

I look out the window and there were no more birds anymore
No this is not a metaphor; birds have disappeared, for you

Information – forty percent
of birds are missing (I) don't know where they went

I used to think the world was fucked up in twenty eleven
Now I know, relatively speaking, things back then were heaven

We're struggling, losing our souls
We're struggling, losing our souls

My friend told me about an article about birds
Over the last 30 years, and it might sounds absurd,
But over forty percent of birds are gone, and I cry
It bent my mind – are we entering end times? Oh, my
If those birds all have gone missing, it don't seem very promising

For our future as a planet; I'm so blue that I can't stand it
Now there's raging wars and we can't afford to have any more things that bring us toward
End times, but I guess we had fun on all our trips around the sun

We're struggling, losing our souls
We're struggling, losing our souls

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