City lights, deceptive displays,
Brands and products, an insane parade,
Each label is a cry of judgment,
But deep down, emptiness is the only presence
Society is a game board, Corporations in command,
Promises of happiness that never materialize
You buy the prison and lose yourself in the cell,
What you own dominates you, makes you a slave,
In the glow of shop windows, the soul converges,
In the fight club
Perfection beyond measure is poison,
It feeds obsession, oppression
Consumption and products dictate our view,
In the gears, emptiness is the tune
You buy the prison and lose yourself in the cell,
What you own dominates you, makes you a slave,
In the glow of shop windows, the soul converges,
In the fight club, the truth is what emerges
Buying and paying with the soul,
Consumerism, ads costing our calm,
Shiny screens, false lives costing high notes,
What is this?
Society is a game board, Corporations in command,
Promises of happiness that never materialize
