wastemuchwantmore

drawn into this conflict by the means of our propulsion
now our bodies are connected in this communal convulsion
blood mixed with adrenalin, the deadliest emulsion
you'll have to keep a lid on all your feelings of revulsion

so
watch another top 100 filled with warm nostalgic tingles
all my heroes have come back to me as advertising jingles
all repackaged & remixed, all the merchandising plastered
they won't stop until all history has been digitally remastered
barely comprehending all the money that we're spending
liberty is sick & mired, there'll be no turning of the tyred

though you're going round the bend
beware the messages you send
'cos all that matters in the end is that you fear, desire & spend
remember all you're really for is wasting much & wanting more

as if I could convince you when I can't convince myself
it's so hard to kick our habits when they're hurting someone else
& we've gone too far inside ourselves now to ride this coming storm
we've left the world behind us, & we think that that's the norm
in the service of our greed, nature's there to fill our need
though she's straining on the collar, sing hosanna to the dollar