| What is the capacity of our lives
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| How much shit can we fit to satisfy the fetish
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| Of material commodities
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| Possessions, the ruler of happiness
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| I can’t resist the overindulgence in this shit
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| In order to truly understand our ridiculousness
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| I would have to been stripped
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| Taken away from my ever-growing mountain of bits
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| It’s not just a disorder of the rich
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| It’s nearly American to be stuck in this ditch
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| Even when the majority is living in the pits
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| At what fucking point can we agree that we really have enough?
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| As the mountain forges upward, we suffocate in an abundant heap of our own
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| chattels
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| Assets like a drug, to satisfy
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| Sufficiency is a dream
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| The modern perception of adequacy is a fucking disgust
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| Desire is an infinite void with out borders that can never fulfill the eternal
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| lust
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| If only we could see the boundaries
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| Perhaps we would be able to draw the line to separate what we truly need
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| Self-gratification seems to come wrapped in plastic
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| With a price tag on it and every fucking store seems to have it
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| We are told to soak it up
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| To keep a full cup
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| And this is considered a blessing
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| What the fuck? |