Written in a headache haze at work late one night...

They've industrialized the world. Turned the trees into machines.

The oceans our conveyer belts and they've vacuum-packed your dreams.​

Share prices all sky rocket now they've colonized your soul.

You're eating from their pockets whilst they're smashing down your home.​

The economy is global. Bloated commerce fuels the spread.

They've merchandised Chernobyl; making profits from the dead.​

The Jesus market's booming, now creation's mass-produced.

Compassion's facing extinction, hot on the heal's of truth.​

The Earth is just a factory now, they're heading for the kill.

If you think there's something wrong they tell you that you're ill.​

They told you what you want to hear. Payed you off so well.

While you're watching television, they are raising hell.​

They make you think that you're alone, that you're the odd one out.

Seperate from the rest of us. Your voice could never count.​

It's the most important lie they tell. ​

To keep us in control. ​

Because they may break individuals but they ​

Can't ​

Destroy ​

The ​

Whole.​

 

yes man! that was real nice.i liked the way you layed it out on the page and that you stated that u wrote it with a haedache at work u know that sounds silly but it really let me get into the feeling of it. and man some of the lines in there are priceless, i really like it good work!!!!

 

The Jesus market's booming, now creation's mass-produced.
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quite deep