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

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