We put our trust in the future and in its technology
Radioactive waste and other problems yet unsolved by man

What if our future selves are refugees on the run
Scavenging for food, chasing shelter to hide from the sun

Control your fate
Before it's too late

The war of oceans rages on but not for long
And once we're gone the waters won't miss our kind

Coming generations
They'll have enough of their own problems
It's naive to think they'll
Also solve the ones selfishly handed down by us

Why can't we stop ourselves
From polluting the water on which we depend
Wallace Hartley will play with his men
While we sink towards our bitter end

Nearer, my God, to Thee
That's what they'll sing
Can't you hear?
Oh, yes I hear it

The war of oceans rages on but not for long
And once we're gone the waters won't miss our kind
Two hundred years of abuse, too late for truce
And whoever wins, we will lose

Nearer, my God, to Thee
That's what they'll sing
Can't you hear?
Oh, yes we all hear it

For the seven oceans
For mankind
If it's war that it takes
We are ready to wage it
For the seven oceans
For mankind
If it's war that it takes
We are ready to wage it

The war of oceans rages on but not for long
And once we're gone the waters won't miss our kind
Two hundred years of abuse, too late for truce
And whoever wins, we will lose

We will lose
The war of oceans
And once we're gone
From this world
Once we're gone the water's will not miss our kind