With every step, another debt--
to the world and it's modern ways
technology will kill us all
bury the past in scrap metal
We'll soon forget where we came from
If we ever really knew
it's safe to say we'll throw it away
waste, like everything else
Frivolous beast, you're weak
you'll never be happy with all the you seek
permanent state of disappointment
you hold the bar too high
you're entitled to nothing, and yet with all that you have
you want more, possession whore
you can't take it with you
so die with it now
Your wealth means nothing when your soul is poor
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