Mother Is Ill, Pt. 2

Mother's ill but she'll be fine Strangle us before she dies Like a fever rids infection The heat is rising on this so-called perfection Mother's ill but she's turning us into soil Drown our cities watch our oceans boil We marvel at the Cambrian explosion Oblivious to our own human implosion Pyramids and New World Explorers Vaccines and New World Orders Mother's Ill but she'll fine After all this is the 6th time At the Smith eons from now On a timeline stretching a mile A sliver shows the human kapow Marked with a plaque of dubious distinction Couldn't help themselves from their own extinction Couldn't help themselves from their own extinction