You sufferfrom a manufactured sickness and envyby design
Pre-calculatedstatus andpatternsof desire
Accumulationand adoration, builtto feed yourostentation
Perpetuallyunsatisfied, but you neverquestionwhy

Sohangit on thewall ofyourgoldencage
Tell yourself thatit means something

Emptyactionsto fillthe time
Commercial godskeep youinline
Industry and empire thrive
Whileyou'redying foralwaysmore

Yourendless hunger automated,industrydefined
A systematic impulse,parametriclines
Subjugationanddegradation the blueprint to yourannihilation
Yourassets personified, aproductof 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

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

(So scared to lose it all
So scared to lose it all)
Always more
Always more
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

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Writer(s): David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Will Adler