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I walked slowly on to slow applause from a hostile audience waving flags and banners, hammers and handsaws
I felt without purpose, in a blinkered libertarian circus
So I talked to blank faces about a just transition to avoid catastrophe
Tried to lighten the mood with lame jokes about ruin and futility
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's all just a fever dream
It's an uncertain outlook, and there's no guidebook, we're living in the Anthropocene
Supposedly maturing but still kicking off like a bad-tempered teen
I've heard talk of a cognitive dissonance, nice weather just apply more sunscreen
Some people only see profit margins, the world is their cash machine
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's all just a fever dream
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's just a fever dream
Maybe it's all just a fever dream
Written by: Don Gamble
