Album: Empires
What is the capacity of our lives?
How much shit can we fit to satisfy the fetish
Of material commodities
Possession, the ruler of happiness
I can’t resist the overindulgence in this shit
In order to truly understand our ridiculousness
I would have to been stripped
Taken away from my ever growing mountain of bits
It’s not just a disorder of the rich
It’s nearly American to be stuck in this ditch
Even when the majority is living in the pits
At what f**king point can we agree that we really have enough?
As the mountain forges upward, we suffocate in an abundant heap of our own
chattels
Assets like a drug, to satisfy
Sufficiency is a dream
The modern perception of adequacy is a f**king disgust
Desire is an infinite void with out borders that can never fulfill the eternal
lust
If only we could see the boundaries
Perhaps we would be able to draw the line to separate what we truly need
Self-gratification seems to come wrapped in plastic
With a price tag on it and every f**king store seems to have it We are told to soak it up To keep a full cup
And this is considered a blessing
What the f**k?