.Nema piosenki

Enter this with an appraisal of my worth. Monthly payments, increasing debt keep this standing still. And... the air I breathe is where I stand. I own my soul to the company store. And spend my days as a corporate whore. Sell yourself to a mundane life. Sacrif...

This is shit. Your life consists of nothing. Consume what's been set before you. You're controlled; a lifeless simulation. In mass marketed rebellion, you are fucking slaves. Conditioned to obey. And we have. To build culture? Or consumers? Ensured that you're...