Time's Up

How can you call
Yourself a woman
You want no child
Think of what you're doing
What happens when you're old
Who'll get you through it?
It's unnatural
Thanks, that's where I lose it

That's not a reason to bring in a life
Ain't birthing a servant who's indebted to me and mine
What if they end up being sick themselves
I guess your plan backfired better hire it out

I'm choosy
About the odds that my baby will thrive
Will there be ways for them to find a good meaningful why?
Or will they be victim to a system hell
With their planet burning and their pockets null

Why do you think you're good
Sticking your nose in where you shouldn't
Well do you know where we're heading for
You think it's illusion or an intrusion
Maybe the outcome can't be helped
Cause doing our part just doesn't quell
Tous les besoins industriels
If it's too late for us
Is it right to make more of us?

How do I sit still while the planet is dying
The bees are dead
The big boss is up in his tower
My face is red
Yelling but there's soundproof glass around him
He's counting all the mountains of money around him

How would you feel if you got cheated out of growing up
You're born into a dying world
Its time is up
This isn't just some overdone fantasy problem
Quit counting all the mountains of money around you

Can I protect someone who ain't born yet?