| Everyday, every minute, everywhere
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| We are assailed by appeals to consumption
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| Always the same song with a few variations:
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| «You must buy… you must buy…»
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| You must buy a cage to trap the beast within
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| You must buy revolvers to sleep well
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| You must buy a house with bullet-proof doors
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| You should even buy a fake wife to wax your floors
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| You must buy this new car to go far
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| You must buy that new pool to be cool
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| (and soon you’ll rent the sky to hang yourself with your tie or maybe slash
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| your wrists with a loaded credit card)
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| You need more and more shit to be wise
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| You must buy more stuff to looks nice
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| (And soon you’ll need a psy 'cause you’ll be wondering why your whole existence
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| is so devoid of sense)
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| What you get ain’t what you see
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| Publicity deforms reality
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| Use your fucking brain cells
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| To get rid of the barcode blindfold
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| What you get ain’t what you see
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| Don’t shut your mouth, don’t let it be
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| It’s now or never, the brainwash is over
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| Take off the barcode blindfold
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| They will turn garbage into gold
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| They will sell cosmetics for your soul
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| Instant pleasure and plastic love
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| They might even solve what can’t be solved
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| Top-one illusion for a limited time
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| Packaged paradise and chap peace of mind
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| Wake up and tear down the screen
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| We’re not living in a fucking dream |