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