Abandoned cities everywhere,
mere subsistence to return
Waste, water and oil to feed our glut,
we'll get the life we earn
Seven billion hungry mouths,
need black gold for their keep
And when the last of it is gone,
they'll find their lives are cheap
Famine simplifies one's goals,
our preferences are skewed
Android phones and Ipads turn
to guns, water, food

CHORUS:
A blip in our anthology
This wasted new technology
We ignore all ecology
And owe Earth an apology
Children choke on poisoned air
And crops wilt from the sun's red glare
To live now on, only despair
At last, Petrol Nightmare

Our disillusioned grandeur,
as tractors rust in fields
Industrial devolution,
our peasant fate is sealed
The Earth created what we burn,
its end must one day come
We'll see when it is all used up,
that life is zero-sum
Our slow change is no change,
clean energy a dirty joke
Burn the skies to make things worse,
the will to last just broke

CHORUS

Our disillusioned grandeur,
as tractors rust in fields
Industrial devolution,
our peasant fate is sealed
Famine simplifies one's goals,
our preferences are skewed
Android phones and Ipads turn
to guns, water, food

CHORUS

See the future now at hand and die

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