anthropospleen from Plutophagia by Devour the Rich

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 x8

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 x5

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