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Six billion people on earth are changing the eco-system and clothes, and nothing keeps up.
A bird that flies turns into a bird that dies, and all the flies want a slice of it, why? They try to keep up.
My feet grace the grass of the past in the park, where the kids get cut, bitten and stung.

I'll turn into a tree wearing my new grass-pants. And realize that there ain't no second chance.
Enviromentalists might leave their families and cars at home, looking down from cloud through a power-telescope.

Nerdy codes and plastic bags might just do a little of the trick. Birds nesting, ice melting, insects emerging from the ground.

Nerdy codes and plastic bags might just do a little of the trick. Birds nesting, ice melting, insects emerging from the ground.

Kids eating dead dogs at the playground.
They're breathing in time in the freezing cold.
Others work overtime in the underground.
With their hands.

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from Digital Age - All sales during the Trump presidency will go towards ACLU and AI Justice., track released December 4, 2010
Martin Kanel and Kasper Kanel helped out with clapping.

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