When we go into the environment where the toxic investments are prepared, and we begin to sing, and invite the bankers to find a way out of the carbon money trap, we feel their sadness.

You can't delete the fire and flood; you can't delete whole cities bursting into flames. You walk around in your suit and haircut in the biggest bank in America. You know that you are, year in and year out, the top investor in poison gases and liquids in the world. Exxon is on your board, and your CEO makes $100,000 each business day. And you stand behind the carbon wall, watching the pain and suffering in the distance, shuffling your computer files with the sadness of your lost life. You know, you don't have to do this. Leave the bank with us and sing.