False Alarm – Ryan Amador & Alixa García

All the tired leaves are falling like before
Every day just like it’s autumn, but it’s not at all
Look around what is the season, remember that
Lost it all, but what’s the reason that everyone left?
All and all, we’re feeling hopeless, bound to our beds
What are we supposed to do now, but wait for our dead?

This earth is still crying and everyone’s acting like nothing’s wrong
Our kids keep on trying ’cause they know the battle has just begun

And we treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like

They’ll say that we were too divisive, couldn’t react
Saw the water start to rise, too late to get back
Could we not take any notice when it first got bad?
We still had kids of our own to hold it all in their hands
Idly watching through the window, as the air started to bleed
Anxious all the time, I cut the noise right out of my screen

This earth is still crying, and everyone’s acting like nothing’s wrong
Our kids keep on trying, ’cause they know the battle has just begun

But we treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like a false alarm
We treat it like

When the record breakers fly, said the storm instigators
Paid no attention to the warning and the warming
Now the desert needs a sweater and river’s dried up
In the rhythm of forever and the oceans up [?]
Sun sunburning in the shape of [?]
And the clouds [?] burst, now the children look around
To only see the curse lost in the cost of
Everything satisfying, you saw it
Coming, future [?] submerged
When the waters that [?] rehearse
Holding to the promise of everything good
Wish that I could tell you that [?]
I’m Arctic melting, look at my rip cage caving
Crying every river of tear
Stored in my belly is the record of the year
Fever high, evil eye, either I
Stay alive where the rest of you
Can simply goodbye to the memories untold
And the beauty of the sky, plastic, mystic
[?]
Harvest, North Pole, teacher, the rarest of creatures, gone
I’m the fires burning to rotate the learning
Make you discerning, there might be a yearning
Born of the hurting, a love for a returning
My soul’s unburdened
Of soul’s unburdened