Rage of the Butterfly

When the science gods are all cast down
And the priests and the gentry rule
You can bring them a scholar's warning
They will call you a heathen fool
And they'll say that it's not a problem
Or they'll say that we're not to blame
As they dig up another thousand tons
And put it to the flame
But the wind and the wave are rising
In the warming carbon sky
And the giant storms are spun to life
Hear the winds of chaos cry...
Feel the rage of the butterfly
...Sound of thunder
... From far away
...Stop and wonder
Now the priests say God will save us
Or death must be God's will
And the commerce giants pay no heed
And their treasure chest they fill
And the armies dance their dances
While the children starve and die
But their bullets cannot stop the beast
That rises in the sky
But the wind and the wave are rising
In the warming carbon sky
And the giant storms are spun to life
Hear the winds of chaos cry...
Feel the rage of the butterfly
...Sound of thunder
... From far away
...Stop and wonder
From the wings of a tiny insect
A vortex spins today
And the winds of chance will grow one seed
Though a million fade away
And across the warming ocean
The widening gyre turns
And the rough beast speaks with thunder
As the blood-dimmed tide is turned
But the wind and the wave are rising
In the warming carbon sky
And the giant storms are spun to life
Hear the winds of chaos cry...
Feel the rage of the butterfly
...Sound of thunder
... From far away
...Stop and wonder