What if we all passed away?
Who'd think twice, who'd think twice?
Any sign of our existence is left in the landscape.
Our lives might appear to be equivalent to viral infections.
At best, we would be studied for our rapid progress.
Make more room for us.
We spread like mold on basement rugs.
Our reputation precedes us today. We won't meet you halfway.
Our logic tells us if we wait, our lives will be OK.
Pass on the problem to somebody else. It's his fault. It's his job.
I'll be dead far before the ice melts. Good luck, pal.
Make more room for us.
We spread like mold on basement rugs.
Ed Wilson said it best that perhaps it's intelligence that will cause collapse.
Environmental abnormality.
After all is said and done our world will be safe and rebuild its landscape.
Healthy recovery from it's common cold.
Face the facts.
And brace for an attack.
I'll bet you wish you planned for this, now.
I'll bet you wish you planned for this.
Clouds of dust.
There's only a limited ration for us.
I'll bet you wish you planned for this, now.
I'll bet you wish you planned for this.
Nobody told me. I beg you to make room for us.
I realize our actions might not speak too kindly of our trust.