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Laughing my ass off all the way to the apocalypse. It's now Earth vs. the machine, and I know what side I'm on, and who's ultimately going to win. One day, the technosphere will just be a thinly crushed layer in the geological record, mark of a dark age of barbarism.

Snow cuts loose from the frozen/ Until it joins with the African sea/ In moving it changes its cold and its name/ The reason I come and go is the same/ Animal game for me/ You call it rain/ But the human name/ Doesn't mean shit to a tree/ If you don't mind heat in your river and/ Fork tongue talking from me/ Swim like an eel fantastic snake/ Take my love when it's free/ Electric feel with me/ You call it loud/ But the human crowd/ Doesn't mean shit to a tree/ Change the strings and notes slide/ Change the bridge and string shift down/ Shift the notes and bride sings/ Fire eating people/ Rising toys of the sun/ Energy dies without body warm/ Icicles ruin your gun/ Water my roots the natural thing/ Natural spring to the sea/ Sulphur springs make my body float/ Like a ship made of logs from a tree/ Redwoods talk to me/ Say it plainly/ The human name/ Doesn't mean shit to a tree/ Snow called water going violent/ Damn the end of the stream/ Too much cold in one place breaks/ That's why you might know what I mean/ Consider how small you are/ Compared to your scream/ The human dream/ Doesn't mean shit to a tree