Texty: Die Young. The Message. 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 in this land of greed