Oh my love, there is ruin
That I have dipped my toes in
A polluted connection
An exploitative relation
No matter how much I do
I can never untouch you
Pure water mixes with oil
Estranged from truth, taught to revel in constant toil
Product foundational over quality
To be loved is to be a commodity
No matter how much I do
I can never untouch you
This is the anthropocene, isn’t it?
Told survival is to be significant
Waste upon waste upon waste
Forced to hunger for food I do not want to taste
No matter how much I do
I can never untouch you
Hurt follows unhealed hurt
Synthetic love on precious dirt
God is change
Yet I stay impure and strange
No matter how much I do
I can never untouch you
