Lyrics Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom - Burnt By The Sun

Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom

Consume.
Defecate.
Consume again
Hollow and empty.
Consume
And this is where we’re at
Running in reverse
I’ll tell you what you need to be through what you own
Through what controls your mind, your life
Define yourself in my holy image
The things you own end up owning you
A seance of aesthetic brotherhood
Fortitude not for the good for your soul
From IKEA nesting, to sound investing
To temp jobs that define what we are
A dime a dozen, hope is dead
Work towards nothing
Groth means nothing if it defines human life by what you can buy
Give up your life
Or what is left of your life
Give up you life.
Let go.
I’m losing it
I’m pulling my hair out trying to figure out what couch defines me as a person?
This is madness.
This is hopeless
My perfect little habitat and I still don’t know myself
Hope is sold in your head
Residing in your head
Existing only in your head
Working for the economy
But is this working for you?
You’re running stride is just to keep the pace
AND I WATCH THIS BURN YOU ALIVE
Burn you alive.
Burn your life.
Bury you life
You are all my children now
Consumption: identity
Function: Consuming again