Material Sensibilities

I saw the world today
It comes in green and gray
Refrigerator humming
Chewing gum and instant karma
The wars are whoring
All the stores are bored with all your money
We follow what’s to come, that’s what they sold to me…


All of humanity is deeply indulged in a hive behaviour of acquiring the finest of wares

Updated in the latest haute couture, showing off their phones and 80 dollar styled hairs

Shiny white teeth grinning blindingly in ads, caught in the act of false commercialism

I guess we’re all just mindless parasites bloated with festering materialism


Consuming, devouring endlessly, like frenzied sharks left starving for days

Always demanding, taking, and buying, but putting everything bought to waste

Sales galore, percentage stores, midnight rush while stocks still last, love

The cheery PA crackles alive, good day, my dearest shoppers, are your brains also 80% off?


We all demand the latest technology like rabid technophile hoarders

But still stick to our past decayed metal like filthy scampering scavengers

We grab on the shelves madly, keep and hide until there’s nowhere else left for storage

Taking up space everywhere, polluting this world with toys, goods, and gadgets


Landfills and nature’s beauty littered with endless rusty human traces

Broken appliances and acquisitions that were never used once, newest of trashes

We are all connected, syncopated, sold out, we’re all lobotomised and wired

Burning green paper into a choking bonfire until the dollar stores get tired


We all got into car crashes gawking up at the gargantuan showoff billboards

We hurt the hate and money talks but to listen to them we never get bored

We bury ourselves into deep wallowing and try to ignore our problematic issues

We scream inside revving Ferraris and sob into our high-quality soft Kleenex tissues


Ruthless high-scale companies hide their horns, pretend to warmly come to our need’s aid

Reassuring like a pal that you’ll save some cash if you followed what they dictate

Amusement parks and longest lines and quick queues that all lead into Hell

And the Devil greets you by the gates, with posters and mugs and hats to sell


We’ve bought the entire planet and still we lust to auction off the silver stars

Sucking everything in our path until all that’s left are jagged grey scars

Never leaving anything for those who need it, as we peddle for dematerializing sensibility

Oh won’t you spare a just a little dime for this consumed materialistic humanity?


Oh, we’ve made a mistake
We’ve lost our minds
We’ve lost our memory
Oh, what’s it gonna take?
There’s always something else
Waiting on the shelf…


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