Warning from the Grave

V1

I grew up thinking progress was a ladder we had to climb.

Nobody asked who built it or if we were running out of time.

We kept the engines burning like the smoke was part of the rhyme.

Pretended every warning was a rumor dressed as a sign.

V2

I saw the fields turn brittle while the seasons slipped out of tune.

Watched rivers get thinner like they were dying to leave us soon.

We called it just a cycle like a tired old monsoon.

But even the sky was hinting that the bill would come by noon.

Pre1

If the ground starts shaking, are we still calling it brave.

And if the future knocks early, what story will we save.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

[ACT2]

V3

I’ve heard the elders whisper that the world still loves to teach.

But lessons hit harder when the tide drags them up the beach.

We gamble with the shoreline like the water’s got no reach.

Then wonder why the storm keeps coming back to preach.

V4

The desert keeps advancing where the gardens used to stand.

We act like this is nothing but a shift in what was planned.

But soil remembers footsteps and the weight of every hand.

And consequences gather like a truth we misunderstand.

V5

We hollow out the mountains that once held us safe inside.

Then question why the rivers lose their memory of the tide.

We treat our borrowed heaven like a theme park on a ride.

Forgetting every blessing has a cost we tried to hide.

Pre2

If the signs keep screaming, will we still swear we behave.

Or will we finally listen to the warnings that we gave.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

[ACT3]

V6

The cities keep on glowing like they’re burning through the night.

We trade a scrap of comfort for a blindness we call right.

Every neon promise is another borrowed bite.

Taken from a future that is slipping out of sight.

V7

The storms keep getting louder like they’re begging to be heard.

But we drown them out with noise and call denial preferred.

We treat the world’s exhaustion like a minor, passing word.

Even though the wind is crying truths we once deferred.

V8

The creatures flee their forests while the coastline fades away.

We measure loss in dollars when the soul has more to say.

We sing our little anthems like tomorrow’s bound to stay.

But tomorrow keeps on trembling in the choices made today.

Pre3

If the tide keeps rising, can we still claim we are brave.

Or will we face the mirror for the world we failed to save.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

[ACT4]

V9

The heat keeps stacking summers like a tower bound to fall.

We mark another record as if it doesn’t mean at all.

We blame the distant future for a present built too tall.

While everything around us makes a quieter, final call.

V10

The glaciers start their leaving with a patience cold and slow.

We treat it like an omen that we never meant to know.

The melt becomes a memory in the waterways that grow.

A ghost of frozen ages telling us which way to go.

Pre4

If the end keeps knocking, do we still act unafraid.

Or will the truth catch fire in the shadows we have made.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

[ACT5]

V11

The markets keep demanding that we chase another climb.

But wealth built on a wasteland is a debt that marks its time.

We’re pricing out the heartbeat like the planet is a dime.

Ignoring every signal that the loss becomes a crime.

V12

The harvest starts to falter where the sunlight used to bless.

We call it just a setback in a cycle of distress.

But hunger writes its prophecy in fields that now regress.

A scripture carved in soil by the gods of too-much-press.

Pre5

If the cost keeps rising, do we still act like we gave.

Or do we face the ledger for the world we could not save.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

V13

The children ask us softly why the forests disappear.

They look for simple answers in a world that hides its fear.

The future stands beside them like a shadow drawing near.

Waiting for the moment when we choose to finally hear.

Bridge

We borrowed every sunrise on a promise we betrayed.

We danced on borrowed starlight till the daylight went away.

The truth keeps pulling tighter on the choices that we made.

And every step reminds us of the warning from the grave.

Chorus

We keep doubling down like the earth was meant to be our slave.

We turn our hunger into endless growth and pretend nature forgave.

We burn through every forest as if the world is ours alone to pave.

The oceans rise around us like a soul we refuse to save.

And the silence in the soil feels like a warning from the grave.

Outro

A quiet breath of soil where the broken echoes wave.

A shiver in the wind like the world we could not save.

A heartbeat in the ashes of the choices that we crave.

Fading into whispers of a warning from the grave.