Driving Driving Driving Kimya Dawson

I'm not a conspiracy theorist but I read blogs by scientists
And I believe they know more than we are being told
By the mainstream media sources, want the truth to hold its horses
So there isn't mass hysteria as the sea floor erodes

And those in and on the ocean all say, "Hey, what's this commotion?"
And try to get away, they are moving in slow motion
'Cause their bodies are so heavy from a substance thick and deadly
They say, "I don't want to die, it's all your fault, I wasn't ready"

And I'm sorry and I'm scared and sad and mad and unprepared
To see the stuff that's in the sea evaporate into the air
Where it will gather and form clouds that travel north upon the wind
Drop its cool refreshing poison raindrops on our crops and children

And maybe it's the end, I always thought the end of man would be
Exactly what we need for the earth to stand a chance
And I always thought that I'd be fine if this happened in my lifetime
Now that I'm a mother, it is really terrifying

But I've always identified with the turtle's soft insides
Because there are times when I really need to hide
But even the strongest, toughest, thickest shell is not designed
To survive, to survive, to survive something of this magnitude
Because water is fluid and oil is crude