[Silence]
[Instrumental, Guitar, Piano, Organ, Synth, Bass, Percussion, Drums]
[Intro – Low Pulse, Distant Siren, Slow Drum Beat]
We burned it bright.
(Lacking insight)
We called it light.
(To cause a fight)
We called it progress.
(Nevertheless)
We called it right.
(Arrogance incite)
But the sky kept score in chemistry.
And the leaves began to fall.
(What is meant in ignorant)
(… is seen in the scene)
[Verse 1 – Minimal Beat, Sub Bass, Clean Guitar]
Old assumption — slow decay,
Frozen ground would fade away,
Thousands of years, a patient leak,
Carbon whisper, mild and weak.
But the tundra’s on a fireline now,
Burning black beneath the plow,
Year-round embers in the snow,
Ancient carbon set to go.
Methane rising through the flame,
Some turned CO₂, some untamed,
No one sure which share escapes,
Nonlinear landscapes reshape.
[Pre-Chorus – Rising Synth, Tension Build]
Orders of magnitude, faster than planned,
Models dissolve in a warming land.
Not hypothetical. Not someday soon.
Feedback ignites under a blood-red moon.
[Chorus – Full Band, Driving Drums]
Welcome to the Ozone Zone (zone, zone, zone)
Where the damage isn’t carbon alone.
Burn the fuel, ignite the sun,
Chemical wars in everyone’s lungs.
Sink to source, the forests groan —
This is the end of the Fuel Fool throne.
[Verse 2 – Tight Bass Groove, Percussion]
Combustion never travels solo,
NOx and VOCs follow.
Sunlight strikes — reactions bloom,
Ground-level poison fills the room.
Ten to forty percent decline,
Growth lines breaking on the vine.
Twenty to seventy — forests thin,
Photosynthesis wearing thin.
Stomata falter, leaves decay,
Roots lose grip in summer’s sway,
Drought arrives, resilience gone,
Wildfire writes the next refrain.
[Pre-Chorus – Layered Vocals]
CO₂ warms the atmosphere (fear)
Ozone kills what holds us here (hear)
Two-front war in sky and soil,
Biology caught in chemical spoil.
[Chorus – Bigger, Heavier]
Welcome to the Ozone Zone (zone, zone, zone)
Where the damage isn’t carbon alone.
Fuel the fire, count the gain,
Ignore the oxidizing rain.
Forests flip from sink to source,
Feedback loops without remorse.
[Bridge – Half-Time, Dark Synth Pad]
Biofuel halo, green disguise,
Incomplete burn beneath blue skies.
More precursors, more decay,
Linear math can’t map this play.
You cannot balance what you don’t see,
Radical chains in photochemistry.
Threshold crossed — no warning bell,
Just quiet shifts that tip to hell.
[Breakdown – Sparse, Heartbeat Kick]
Children breathe the burning air.
Asthma tightening everywhere.
(There, there, and everywhere)
Lungs inflamed in summer heat,
Invisible toxin on every street.
While Arctic soil begins to glow,
Ancient vaults of carbon blow.
What we buried, what we stored,
Returns with compound interest scored.
[Final Chorus – Anthemic, Stacked Harmonies]
This is the Ozone Zone (zone, zone, zone)
The age where feedback stands alone.
From permafrost to city street,
Runaway loops in rising heat.
Sink to source, the forests moan —
The crown has fallen from the Fuel Fool throne.
[Outro – Stripped Back, Echoing Vocal]
We burned it bright.
(Lacked insight)
We called it light.
(Light, light, light)
But chemistry remembers
Every night.
The question isn’t if it’s begun —
The question is how fast we run.
(Run, run, run)
From the album “Rewilding“