It’s the End of Their World as They Know It, and I Feel Nothing

[Intro]
Brooklyn’s underwater
No money for all the work
‘Cause the mayor’s shaking hands
With a robot officer

[Verse 1]
And the cops got money for
Fill in the blank
Assault rifles and tanks
Drones, chemical weapons
Million dollar settlements
PR campaigns
They’ll read a land acknowledgement
Before your sentencing
But no change in the landscape
Community is medicine
And prison isn’t even a bandaid
(I thought this was a concept album about climate?)
Well how do you define it? ‘Cause look
Those who turn hoses on water protectors
Are those who cage "Stop Cop City" protestors
And enforce the brutality of the border
Same ones who enforce bans on drag performers
Same ones who enforce bans
On crossing state lines for abortions
Some of those that work forces
Are the same that burn crosses
Are the same that burn everything
For the bosses

[Hook]
It’s the end of their world as they know it
And I feel nothing

[Verse 2]
When I was born everybody smoked cigarettes
And social media wasn’t invented yet
I made it through high school without a cell phone
And my first LP sold 100 CDs and zero downloads
And I’ll remind you, I’m not yet that old
The world we pretend to know is not set in stone
In 2015 I made a song with some friends
If you remember it, sing along, it went:

One bad cop is a problem
But one bad cop is not the problem
One bad department’s a problem
But one bad department is not the problem
One bad politician is a problem
But one bad politician is not the problem
And when we don’t see the whole picture
We treat the symptoms and keep getting sicker

Consider, at the time that felt radical
Then five years later, abolition’s instagrammable
So picture five years from now
How ‘bout another five?
Wonder why they want to ban books?
‘Cause imagination isn’t enough to change anything
But it’s the foundation to changing everything
So tell your story, imagine us victorious
Over police, prisons and pollution
Radical solutions might feel futuristic
But in five years will be the commonsense position
If we fight here, right now, with this vision
If we eat the cookie with the fortune still in it
No future but the ones on our tongues
No cages, no handcuffs, no flood but us
Paint the picture that you want to see yourself in
Change is inevitable, nothing else is

[Hook]
It’s the end of their world as they know it
And I feel nothing