Gears

You suffer from a manufactured sickness
 And envy by design
 Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire
 Accumulation and adoration
 Built to feed your ostentation
 Perpetually unsatisfied
 But you never question why
 So hang it on the wall of your golden cage
 Tell yourself that it means something
 Empty actions to fill the time
 Commercial gods keep you in line
 Industry and empire thrive
 While you're dying for always more
 Your endless hunger automated
 Industry defined
 A systematic impulse, parametric lines
 Subjugation and degradation
 The blueprint to your annihilation
 Your assets personified, a product of the times
 So hang a mirror on the wall of your golden cage
 Tell yourself that you mean something
 Empty actions to fill the time
 Commercial gods keep you in line
 Industry and empire thrive
 While you're dying for always more
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 So you can't take it with you but you don't use it now
 A shallow life to crush you, drive you into the ground
 So scared to lose the nothings you acquire
 Everything must fall, bones on a pyre
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 (So scared to lose it all
 So scared to lose it all
 So scared to lose it all)
 Always more
 Always more
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 More and more and more
 Empty actions to fill the time
 Commercial gods keep you in line
 Industry and empire thrive
 While you're dying for always more
 Always more