Lyrics Corporate Harvest - Pathology

Corporate Harvest

Our lives are on auction
We are the slaves to a corporate harvest
To create a perfect, a flawless world
There is nothing pure left
The degradation of all our nations
The ongoing wave of technology
Over running life
Continuing and determining to
Finding faster ways to
Be controlled by material possessions
Buying and consuming
Ingesting and exploiting
Brainwashed by the mindless media
No stimulation in our minds
We are rapidly running out of time
No individuality, no knowledge
No hope, no solace
The final move has been made
The day is drawing near
We have hit our peak
Our existence is bleak
Our lives are on auction
We are the slaves to a corporate harvest