Branded

I grew up around people who were really statues; people you spoke to but they never spoke back to you; people who listened to what you had to say; they'd turn around when you finished and tell you have a nice day; well I didnt like that too often; those people were putting the last nail in thier coffin; but they made sure it was made out of mahogany; what were people thinking; they got a lobotomy; when I looked at them I saw autonomy displayed in thier commercial comradery; I saw walking billboards and sitting ads; hey look at his new threads; aint they rad? They say fashions selling all across the board; thats too bad because one day no one'll be able to afford anything but a garbage bag; well surprize surprize; this just in; those are best rags you can possibly win; all you need to do is sign your name below and all of a sudden your financial problems will go; well aint that swell look at that they were able to sell you to consumerist hell; welcome back

Look at all these ad campaigns; stocks are rising; pop the champagne; flocks are sizing themelves up for slaughter; its surprising that you'd sell your very own daughter; to model for the sake of a brand; shes branded fodder with the burn on her hand; she pretends to eat but she can barely stand; down she goes into neverland; and yet we as a society fail to understand the consequences of our economic demand; that these are crimes committed by our very hands; the times done; weve got no more land; outlet malls and boutique stands; weve created standards we fail to meet; weve elected bastards that sit and tweet; look at what I had for dinner today; Im so rich but I didnt have to pay; and what does that say about our situation; I hope and pray that our infatuation with consumerism dies; but I dont want to face the agitation of lies; so I just turn the TV onto something I despise; and watch reality shows till my brain fries; but in reality thats a contradiction; theres nothing real about our entertainment addiction; nothing to feel in a dire depiction of our own spiritual restrictions;

Worship people weve never had the chance to meet and leave our loved ones begging at our feet for a few sacred seconds together and yet we have no time; millions made is seconds; and only seconds to wreck this rhyme; digital divide grows so wide; we fall inside and were pixelated flashing imitated copies; drinking herbal tea and free trade coffee;pledge of alliegance to the mag-azines;