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Fill my Head, Fill my Head, with shallow dreams and hopes of things that I can not achieve
Sixteen minutes for every sixty is devoted to the selling of meā
( Iām hating it! )
You best drive a fast car or a big bad SUV you best not be going bald or dealing with impotency...
Feel my arteries hardening, speeding up my death, letās hope the funeral parlor commercial is next.
Or life insurance at freedom by age fifty-five, so Iāll get thirty more years to consume before I die!
- Four out of Five Doctors prefer selling prescriptions for commission then helping the health care system.
News Flash! Our culture is dyingā This new god is lying.
Technology is raping us all for the taking! -
Feel my status growing, now this is success.
I can only hope that my ego can handle thisā made from magazine cut-outs and your stupid fucking surveysā
Telling me what products I need to consume so that I can get laid.
(- Four out of Fiveā)
[Weāre all dyingāFace itā This is the best that we couldā Is this the best that we could do?]
Whyā Isnāt this more sad? Iām sure you could but the cure to a broken heartā. Consume!
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