Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom Lyrics

Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom lyrics

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 tring to figure out what couch defines me as a 

person?

This is
madness. This is hopelss.

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.