Lyrics

(Verse 1)
You were born in a house of echoes,
Where the walls were built with borrowed truth.
You learned the form of the world's map, but blindness arose,
Drawn in the ink of an untested youth.
You never felt the need to check the North Star,
When the compass was already in your blood.
You felt which winds were kind, which borders on par,
A perfect, seamless, unexamined flood.

(Pre-Chorus)
But child, can you not feel the cracks in the bedrock?
A fissure the perfect echo betrays?
A dissonant chord, a cold and tightening dreadlock,
Your certain, gilded chamber cannot stay.

(Chorus)
You say "Nah Uh!" And refuse to see.
The sun is scorching all the leaves.
The truth is a silent scream in the melting glacier's dream.
Where this Armageddon has become but a passing meme.
You, my ignorant gnostic, cling to a borrowed, fading scroll,
While the oceans rise, swallowing the poles.
This fire's not a theory, it's a raging flame.
And a trusted voice can still mispronounce a name.

(Verse 2)
Is the stranger on your shore a monster or a teacher?
Is a blast in a market a headline or a creed?
Building empathy only from words from your preacher,
A curated, conscious, and fearful need?
You dismiss a universe you haven't measured,
With a skepticism you refuse to apply,
To the very ground you stand on, this bias you've treasured.
This lie lives on, while the hidden truth silently dies.

(Pre-Chorus)
For I have seen you turn from the child in the rubble,
Who wore no flag upon their brow.
The ocean's now at your doorstep, no longer a puddle,
So I must correct you now!

(Chorus)
You say "Nah Uh!" Your eyes are sealed shut,
Oh, listen! This world is dying, it's clear-cut.
You're burning your own scrolls, and losing all control,
My child, you are clinging to what's killing your soul.
Will you drown before you feel the water rising?
Will you bask in the shade of a truth so compromising?
You hold on to all you've understood,
Unaware your bias has turned into certitude.

(Bridge)
So come, lay your hands upon these truths, to soothe the pains.
The peer-reviewed, the measured, the evidence of the rain.
Trace the rising line of death, as heat burns the air,
The unadorned and sober fact, stripped of your dogma and your prayers.
This is not a matter of the heart you hold inside your chest,
But the carbon in the air, putting your scared heart to the test.
This is the ground, my child, on which we all must learn to stand,
Before the very ground itself is sifted through our hands.

(Final Chorus)
You say "Nah Uh!" Can you not see?
Nature is weeping in the trees!
The science's a prophet, ignored in the town's center,
Instead the focus's on policing someone's gender.
Where is the urgency required of the present moment?
Where is the panic that this catastrophe warrants?
Nah Uh! Is all you say, with chaos at your door.
But your cherished voice can't ignore the facts anymore!

(Outro)
Your map gives false guidance..
That echo is not truth's essence...
Your certainty does not mean truth...
It's there to help you feel soothed...
Comfort is all that you spew...
But I say, Nah Uh! To you!
It's time to pay the past's invoice,
We must! Because we nave no choice!