Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom

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's 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