| You suffer from a manufactured sickness and envy by design
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| Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire
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| Accumulation and adoration, built to feed your ostentation
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| Perpetually unsatisfied, but you never question why
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| So hang it on the wall of your golden cage
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| Tell yourself that it means something
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| Empty actions to fill the time
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| Commercial gods keep you in line
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| Industry and empire thrive
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| While you’re dying for always more
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| Your endless hunger automated, industry defined
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| A systematic impulse, parametric lines
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| Subjugation and degradation the blueprint to your annihilation
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| Your assets personified, a product of the times
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| So hang a mirror on the wall of your golden cage
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| Tell yourself that you mean something
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| Empty actions to fill the time
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| Commercial gods keep you in line
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| Industry and empire thrive
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| While you’re dying for always more
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| So you can’t take it with you but you don’t use it now
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| A shallow life to crush you, drive you into the ground
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| So scared to lose the nothings you acquire
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| Everything must fall, bones on a pyre
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| (So scared to lose it all
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| So scared to lose it all)
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| Always more
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| Always more
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| More and more and more
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| Empty actions to fill the time
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| Commercial gods keep you in line
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| Industry and empire thrive
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| While you’re dying for always more
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| Always more |