From the recording the anima of

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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 to 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