Anthropospleen (Explicit)

There are limits to growth;

Unchecked progress leads to tons of death;

There are limits to growth;

We can create, but the cost is great.

Nothing is lost, nothing is created

Everything is transformed, but the cost is rarely weighted

To make something, you gotta extract it

They take and take leaving the world devastated

And it's automated, the end goal being profit

Computers numbers, the words of a prophet

Supply and demand, surplus skyrocket

In the end, who suffers? You guessed it!

"I don't decide, man, it's the product

It's the free market, mate, you can't obstruct

People choose, it just can't be corrupt"

Fuck you, the options are made up

The limits to growth

Man-made disaster

There are limits to growth

Designed obsolescence, things are made to break

Flexing opulence, this shit is all fake

Consumerism is such a huge mistake

God, we waste so much for fuck's sake

Don't people realize what is at stake?

The ravage done so they can have their steak

They don't care, all they do is fucking take

They have to see the ruin they create

The biodiversity destroyed by their estates

The murders committed by their states

The pain caused by ignorance and hate

Sacrifices must be made, it's not up to debate

The rich and powerful should be afraid

We sharpening our guillotine blades

For too long we have obeyed

Now it's time blood debts be repaid

Man-made disaster