Tipping Point
by Not Sorry· from Our Choices
A storm's on the horizon
The weight is bearing down
We've got nowhere to hide
Soon we'll reap what we've sown
What do we do when there's nothing left?
Where do we go when there's nowhere left?
(BUST!)
We can't weather this, the way we've always done
Turned a blind eye
In hopes that it'd be gone
What do we do when there's nothing left?
Where do we go when there's nowhere left to go?
The winds will blow
The rains will fall
The tides will rise
They will drown us all