Anthropocene by Ragon Linde Lyrics

The ants, the ants, we are the ants
The ants, the ants, we are the ants

Silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put it where we want
Silt, oil, sun, soil, sift it, turn it, toss, burn it, put it where we want

Every new age is the death of another
This is, must be, will be too
Every new age, dear, is the death of another
Of the old. breaking ground
For the new Anthropocene

CHORUS
This will be. Will be the death of you
This will be. Will bе the death of you

Our hubris has come undonе
We've sucked out all petroleum
We’ve built our cities in the sand
Spray painted boxes crisscross our land
Two billion, two hundred twenty-two million, three hundred sixty-six thousand
Six hundred fifty four tons of food plundered
Just this year to feed us. Just this year
This is the face of seven billion
The earth's become our pavilion
Hastily built and easy to clear

This will be. Will be the death of you
This will be. Will be the death of you

We are the ants and this is our pile
King of the mountains
Damn! This is the face of seven billion
The Earth's now my pavilion
Our new age is one long regression toward the mean
Anthropocene

Put it where we want
Put it where we want
Put it where we want
Put it where we want

Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up
Wake the fuck up