I live on an angry planet. Amidst the crowds and the endless noise. In the debris of the broken families. And the cracks in the grand designs. And all the angry gods are back. Gathering strength as the continents collide. Some live by the bloody sword. And die by the bloody sword some by beauty and desire. I live in the shadow of the great volcano. I live by the good soil and the fire. And of course I know. That the days are numbered. But we will go down to the wire. And the pressure moves the mountains. Seven billion and counting. As the monkey tribes advance across the bleak terrain. All sown with seed of mono-culture. Wind and rain and revolution coming. But we know it isn't personal. We just live on an angry planet. They say that we're all kings and queens. In the new world except for those who aren't. They say we can follow our dreams. To the very top of the tree except for those who can't. They say that the meek shall inherit the earth. Except that they shan't. And the pressure moves the mountains. Seven billion and counting. As the monkey tribes advance. All in a rush of blood the jet stream blowing. High above the zombie hordes. All banging war drums raising flags. As the pressure moves the mountains. Seven billion now and counting. As the monkey tribes advance across the ruined land. All sown with seed of mono-culture. War and rain and revolution coming. But I know it isn't personal - I just live on an angry planet