2038

Situation, running out of supplies 
Cold weather, airless, grey skies 
Nature's army has the power today 
Politicians are running away 

It's time we suffer our sins 

Food in the form of dust 
The sun is exploding 
No one to trust 
Nature's revenge has begun 
All the earthlings have nowhere to run 

In the end we all seem the same 
It's time we suffer our sins