Retort, Rebuild, Remind-The Number Twelve Looks Like You

Retort, Rebuild, Remind - The Number Twelve Looks Like You Keep burying that garbage. We are in the middle of one big natural disaster. ...Our beautiful eyes should never have been exposed to that. It's last call but the party is just getting started. Pump up the air conditioning. Cause it's way too hot in here. No more fanciful facade masked in a decade of lies(gang) Continue to drill for fossil fuels regardless of the consequence. This planet needs its power even if it means extinction. Swine, meat, pig in a vast commandeer of our lives. Look profound for my ill pleasure. You're alive somewhere; this pile, a reminder Retort! Rebuild! Remind! So lets annihilate everything in the path for peace Deny oppression! Stand Up! Stand up!