Live We Breath 

i Wont Live

Everything is crazy and we're not dead yet.

Sitting on trash as our polluted sun sets.

breath is rare and skin is dim...

oh, what will we do when our water runs thin?

mr president, Mr president.

Grey sky and our plants won't grow... 

what will we do when our food dies low?

mr president, Mr president.

i grow so tired of living so rough....

the bombs are making my children cough.

Mr president, mr president.

What Will YOU DO?