Drowning in consumption, we all need what they provide.
The display leads the path, we're hoping it leads us to a better life.
We're eight billion people and we all need to be fed.
To satisfy our needs, there'll soon be nothing left.
We track a desire, our planet's at stake.
We are victims of greed, there's no way to evade,
no way to escape.
We developed every corner, all green turned into grey.
All evil comes from mankind and nature is our prey.
We infested our own paradise, causing its slow death.
Contaminated air and soil, we destroy til our last breath.
Overpopulation is all that we achieved.
Earth in perish, screaming for relief.
Ripping the earth apart, for the wealth of human kind.
We're eight billion people and we all need to be fed.
To satisfy our needs, there'll soon be nothing left.
Lakes dry out, deserts spread, poles melt, corals bleach,
oceans rise, filled with plastic, and forests burn…
But the economy grows.
At least.
The economy grows.
Indeed.
The economy grows.
Relief.
The economy grows.
Not for me.

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