Social Suicide Revisted

You're our walking corporate projection. Reflecting our image.

You young, infected, mindless fools, who follow this perfect marketing tool.

Just be silent and buy and share the lie.

Spreading the disease, funding our future, try not to think, just hurry up and die.

Without us, your life is a bore, so join us and conform.

Give us your money so we may glamorize and monopolize all the things of no value.

Even your soul can be sold, if we allow it to.

We own the means of production and command the hand of justice.

This is not a brand, it is a way of life, your only choice.

This is not an ad, we are your inner voice.

Your deepest wants are so easy to calculate.

So we manipulate the ebb and flow of the corporate state.

You may try to retaliate. To fight back, to recompensate, but we are your fate.

Go ahead and rebelle for your cause, but it will all soon be forgotten.

Your morals will be forsaken for profits.

Your causes will wither and go rotten.

Apathy will be the hammer that pounds the final nail in your coffin.

We are the natural construction of disfunction and corruption.

We are your means of destruction.

But, ironicly, without you we cannot function.

Your end dosn't come with a bang, but a whimper;

When you hollow men whisper together.

Your meaningless lives are broken, like voices lost in the ether..

We rule this dead land with a soft touch controlled by a heavy hand.

We teach and preach with the speech of the empty man.

We keep you shuffling around a controlled reality, a fallacy of shadow and nonexistace.

We capitalize on your resistace;

Your persistent need for recognition of your individuality and self existace.

You're unique, just like everybody else, so join the crowd and get lost in the self.

For clout and esteem you deny you need help.

While we stack all our profits away, up high on a shelf.

Above all you wrecks, you terrible filth. The huddled masses, yearning to breath free.

Freedom has a high price, but safety is on sale. All it cost is a bend of the knee.

So put your head in the sand, its out of your hands, leave it to your betters to demand and command.

Get lost in your things, don't want you to think.

Have a drink and just sink into the numb of the damned.

We are your gods, we are your masters.

We sell you garbage, the only things that matter.

We sell you the water you drink and the air you breath.

We are the Amerikan dream.