| Song | Consume to live |
| Artist | Threshold |
| Album | Wounded land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Groom, Jeary, Jeary, Midson | |
| living in the greenhouse growing crops that we can't eat | |
| making money out of poverty turning forests into meat | |
| we got our fingers on the trigger of some suicidal gun | |
| the population's getting bigger underneath a dying sun | |
| there's a fire in the furnace and there's nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every day ozone getting layered every way life is getting worse | |
| everybody's lung is getting cancer everyone has something more to lose | |
| every country armies are rising every gene splitting into two | |
| every breath monoxide getting stronger every sea whales are beached | |
| economies are growing subsistence life is dead | |
| we can't sustain this growth and things are coming to a head | |
| we gotta learn to climb down the ladder of success | |
| with two feet on the ground we gotta clean up all this mess | |
| there's a fire in the furnace and there's nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every life extinction is forever every town riots in the streets | |
| every sky greenhouse is affecting every tree dying in the breeze | |
| every plant chemical pollution every song relying on the beat | |
| every lake water getting shorter every heart aching for release | |
| surviving in a world of mass production we must all consume to live | |
| our working lives to give and join the unemployment lines | |
| when confidence is low | |
| a man must try to sell his labour to the highest bid | |
| keep his anger hid and try not to get pulled into | |
| the vicious undertow | |
| but even in the middle classes they fall into that hole | |
| aspiring to that goal of rising from the yoke of | |
| such an exploitative state | |
| consume to live |
| zuo qu : Groom, Jeary, Jeary, Midson | |
| living in the greenhouse growing crops that we can' t eat | |
| making money out of poverty turning forests into meat | |
| we got our fingers on the trigger of some suicidal gun | |
| the population' s getting bigger underneath a dying sun | |
| there' s a fire in the furnace and there' s nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every day ozone getting layered every way life is getting worse | |
| everybody' s lung is getting cancer everyone has something more to lose | |
| every country armies are rising every gene splitting into two | |
| every breath monoxide getting stronger every sea whales are beached | |
| economies are growing subsistence life is dead | |
| we can' t sustain this growth and things are coming to a head | |
| we gotta learn to climb down the ladder of success | |
| with two feet on the ground we gotta clean up all this mess | |
| there' s a fire in the furnace and there' s nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every life extinction is forever every town riots in the streets | |
| every sky greenhouse is affecting every tree dying in the breeze | |
| every plant chemical pollution every song relying on the beat | |
| every lake water getting shorter every heart aching for release | |
| surviving in a world of mass production we must all consume to live | |
| our working lives to give and join the unemployment lines | |
| when confidence is low | |
| a man must try to sell his labour to the highest bid | |
| keep his anger hid and try not to get pulled into | |
| the vicious undertow | |
| but even in the middle classes they fall into that hole | |
| aspiring to that goal of rising from the yoke of | |
| such an exploitative state | |
| consume to live |
| zuò qǔ : Groom, Jeary, Jeary, Midson | |
| living in the greenhouse growing crops that we can' t eat | |
| making money out of poverty turning forests into meat | |
| we got our fingers on the trigger of some suicidal gun | |
| the population' s getting bigger underneath a dying sun | |
| there' s a fire in the furnace and there' s nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every day ozone getting layered every way life is getting worse | |
| everybody' s lung is getting cancer everyone has something more to lose | |
| every country armies are rising every gene splitting into two | |
| every breath monoxide getting stronger every sea whales are beached | |
| economies are growing subsistence life is dead | |
| we can' t sustain this growth and things are coming to a head | |
| we gotta learn to climb down the ladder of success | |
| with two feet on the ground we gotta clean up all this mess | |
| there' s a fire in the furnace and there' s nothing left to burn | |
| buried waste has reached the surface is there nothing left to learn? | |
| every life extinction is forever every town riots in the streets | |
| every sky greenhouse is affecting every tree dying in the breeze | |
| every plant chemical pollution every song relying on the beat | |
| every lake water getting shorter every heart aching for release | |
| surviving in a world of mass production we must all consume to live | |
| our working lives to give and join the unemployment lines | |
| when confidence is low | |
| a man must try to sell his labour to the highest bid | |
| keep his anger hid and try not to get pulled into | |
| the vicious undertow | |
| but even in the middle classes they fall into that hole | |
| aspiring to that goal of rising from the yoke of | |
| such an exploitative state | |
| consume to live |