Gears

You suffer from a manufactured sickness and envy by design Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire Accumulation and adoration, built to feed your ostentation Perpetually unsatisfied, but you never question why So hang it on the wall of your golden cage Tell yourself that it means something Empty actions to fill the time Commercial gods keep you in line Industry and empire thrive While you're dying for, always more Your endless hunger automated, industry defined A systematic impulse, parametric lines Subjugation and degradation the blueprint to your annihilation Your assets personified, a product of 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 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 --- Gears - Lamb of God