That's not me
An Eden slowly burns
On the TV screen
The world's on fire
But we're on an LCD
And no one seems to see
That we're running, running, running, running

Show your teeth
Someone take the wheel
Or we'll crash this thing
The final dying days
Of the Holocene
And no one seems to see
That we're running, running, running, running

Running out of time
Like it's black and white

But that's not me
Gaia's on the hunt for the enemy
She's tripping through the night
Solving mysteries
And now she's telling me
That it's funny, funny
We're running, running

Scowl like you mean it
Like you always do
Save a plastic bag
And stick your head into it
Never try to change it
Tell yourself you're sorry
No one's gonna hear you
No one's gonna worry

Running out of time
Like it's black and white

Scowl like you mean it
Like you always do
Save a plastic bag
And stick your head into it
Never try to change it
Tell yourself you're sorry
No one's gonna hear you
No one's gonna worry