Testo Like Fleas

They say Mother Earth is dying
I don't see it quite that way
As she spits out massive hurricanes
To wash us all away

And as she starts to tire
Of parasitic man
She’ll rattle up some earthquakes To grind us into sand
And when the magma flows
Across the terra floor
She'll orbit gently laughing
'Til we are all no more, ’til we are all no more

Life fleas on the back of a dog
Eventually we'll be shaken off

They say Mother Earth is dying
I don't see it quite that way
As she spits out massive hurricanes
To wash us all away
Like fleas