What will be our fate,
When this giant starts to wake,
If it is us that irritate,
By standing in his way,
Will he make the earth quake?
Should the hum of my system roust him,
Will he be wearing a frown... or a grin?
Will his eyes fill with rage,
As he breaks from the cage,
Angered. Mad. Mean,
Raging against our machine.
Shhhh... please don't wake him,
Because I don't know where to begin,
Shhhh... please don't poke fun,
Because I don't know where to run.
It's not surprising,
The tide is rising,
The atmosphere thins,
Nobody wins.
What will be our fate,
As this giant starts to wake,
Is there any debate,
That time is passing day-by-day,
And, we won't ever get a break?
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