FOOL'S GOLD
What is left of our lives
As we leave the marketplace with our store-bought dreams?
As the sheep allow themselves to be bought and sold
The corporate giants are taking hold, enslaving us
To convenience and commodity
The fool's gold we blindly treasure will soon rot and fade away
But these words are forever here to stay:
Buy what you want, but I will take what I fucking need
As I try to survive this land of greed