I got myself decked out
At the Apple store
A larger phone
A smaller iPad and replaced
Those damned headphones
Never spared a thought
For where it all comes from
(It's ignorance as standard)
Assembled in the hands of slaves
And furnished with those conflict minerals
The constant flow of wealth
Where does it go?
Facing up
To a plausible outcome
That we can't control
Facing up
To a world where nothing grows
Waking up
To a world of consequence
Like we've never known
Waking up
To a world where nothing grows
We have it all and yet
We still want more
A faster car
A larger home and
More grain perishing in the stores
We never spare a thought for
What we might have lost
(It's ignorance as standard)
Or wonder why its harder to exist now
Than it's ever been before
When there's no options left
Where do we go?
Facing up
To a plausible outcome
That we can't control
Facing up
To a world where nothing grows
Waking up
To a world of consequence
Like we've never known
Waking up
To a world where nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Nothing grows
Facing up
To a plausible outcome
That we can't control
Facing up
To a world where nothing grows
Waking up
To a world of consequence
Like we've never known
Waking up
To a world where nothing grows