Now that the bitterness is over
Are we still the way we were
Just an hour after the crash
Faces sprung out from the past
Don't go near the water
All the waste has killed the river
Breathing in that stench is bad
It makes me agitate and sad
And I breathe this air today
I breathe
The irony of this nightmare
Is probably one you'd like to share
One million workers left their home
To find a job payed a few stones
Some are working maximum
Overtime
Lose your job, lose your soul
Divided we fall, together we crawl
Breathing in that stench is bad
It makes us agitate and sad
And we breathe
We breathe
This air today.