Fatal attraction to bright lights and loud explosions Insects will rule when we've had our go Our rise and fall, our stewardship, our temper tantrums Our art, our excellence, our hubris, poverty and greed Flash points everywhere And everybody's scared Complex systems failure And the lord of chaos is in All things must pass, oceans bereft of life A fungal bloom allows no light, the depths no longer rise As we dine in streets of filth and close our eyes While the world is burning and all the seas rise Flash points everywhere And everybody's scared Complex systems failure And the lord of chaos is in