To purchase that which buys us,
...We're forced to work jobs we hate
To purchase that which buys us.

Life is of desperation
Shackled in chains of franchise.
In escapes of inaction,
Gluttony decays our eyes.

We're forced to work jobs we hate
...To purchase that which buys us,
We're forced to work jobs we hate.

By the "third" of our timeline,
We numb it "all" through vices.
We dance before the calf's shrine
Of foul goods and services!

To purchase that which buys us,
We drag our money's millstone
Until there is only bone.