Tell me can the hateful chain be broken,
Production and consumption define our hollow lives,
Avarice lead us across the ocean,
Toward a land that's better,
Much more bountiful wide,
When will mankind finally come to realize,
His surfeit has become his demise?
How much is enough to kill oneself?
That quantity is known today,
As we blow ourselves away
Tell me is there anything so sure?
Rapacity, tenacity, capacity, for more!
Like a dog that feeds until he suffers,
The infirmity of man is
Brought his selfish cure.