I’m sick of this impending doom
lurking round the corner
will we see violent clashes meet
the end of civil order
It’s here I tell you plain to see
don’t hide yourself away
that’s where it starts, this frightful thing
the techno fix ballet
Let me tell you, ‘bout this man Jevon
his theory of the problem
the solutions are the greatest cause
of ends acceleration
Solve a riddle, fix a leak
bring on a great conundrum
when this one fixed, the better it be
for speeding up consumption
Now I’ve seen fights and scraps and scrapes
I’ve seen cooperation
but things are different, with empty bellies
and the pounds depreciation
Three meals per day are to be had
when you’re incarcerated
So stick em up, give me your food
my hunger must be sated
The stash is safe, its locked up tight
the trouble that I’m stating
is almost here, the great unknown
but I’m sick of all this waiting
So bring em on, the angry hoards
I’ll stand up straight and face em
as choice you limit, if you take flight
it’s just your death you’ll hasten

