Art of Attrition - The Malthusian Catastrophe Lyrics

I feel damned

All of the energy I have
Funneled into a wall to be consumed
Harnessed like a mule in heat
Pissed off and irate
Feverish
Under a sky that never rains enough

We work fervently towards the good life
But every day the divide widens between what I have
And what I need
I don't understand

Where can security be derived
In a system that functions
With no land
With no bread
Taken by those who we are led
It feels monumental just to have a home
In the land that I am from
I suppose others have it far worse
But it's discouraging
To only work harder and only receive less
I don't want to watch those around me
Succumb to this

Working faster
Working longer
Working harder
Making less
Under a sky that never rains enough

Falling faster
Crying longer
Hurting harder
Upon soil forever dry
Forever dry

I can't even fathom what it might take to initiate change
That's the scary part
Perhaps we are doomed with tailwinds strong
We teeter headfirst
Into the malthusian trap

While the chosen few galavant
And throw scorn across our nations
We continue to try, to try, to try
To try and forge something out of nothing
Wine, from not even water
But thin air
Is what it feels like
And what it feels like
We are running out of time

It's hard to feel optimistic in times like these