Fill my Head, Fill my Head, with shallow dreams and hopes of things that I can
not achieve
Sixteen minutes for every sixty is devoted to the selling of me…
( I’m hating it! )
You best drive a fast car or a big bad SUV you best not be going bald or
dealing with impotency...
Feel my arteries hardening, speeding up my death, let’s hope the funeral
parlor commercial is next.
Or life insurance at freedom by age fifty-five, so I’ll get thirty more
years to consume before I die!
- Four out of Five Doctors prefer selling prescriptions for commission then
helping the health care system.
News Flash! Our culture is dying… This new god is lying.
Technology is raping us all for the taking! -
Feel my status growing, now this is success.
I can only hope that my ego can handle this… made from magazine cut-outs
and your stupid fucking surveys…
Telling me what products I need to consume so that I can get laid.
(- Four out of Five…)
[We’re all dying…Face it… This is the best that we
could… Is this the best that we could do?]
Why… Isn’t this more sad? I’m sure you could but the cure
to a broken heart…. Consume!
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