We live in a climate of greed
We live under the clouds of envy
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun
All around us actors and models order us to buy this and live like that
They remind us that if we don't possess more our lives are empty
That we are basically worthless beyond the value of the numbers in our bank accounts
That we are here just to accumulate
That the purpose of our very existence is to consume
Possess and consume, possess and consume, possess and consume…
The silent, hypnotic corporate mantra that is the soundtrack to our frustrated and obsessive lives.
We live in a climate of greed
We live under the clouds of envy
Our lives are governed by jealousy, ruled by anxiety
Always wanting more, never being satisfied
If we could just own that bathroom our lives would be perfect
If i just had that car everything would be ok
If we could just possess that dress the numbing gnawing emptiness that reminds us of the utter pointlessness of life would go away
A life sentence of consumer addictions, shackled to the ruthless, irresponsible whims of advertising executives
Dragged along in their relentless personal slipstream
Their desire for us to own more and yet more shit
Piling up mountains of possessions, fields of crap, rivers of waste.
We live in a climate of greed
We live under the clouds of envy
Everywhere we look we are reminded that our lives are worthless unless we are famous, powerful or wealthy
Numbers after people's names in tabloids remind us of their worth and of our worthlessness
Remind us that they are to be respected and adored simply because of mathematics
Remind us that the ladder of life has a top and a bottom
We live in a climate of greed
We live under the clouds of envy
We live in the shadow of the pricing gun
We are but slaves, soon to be dust
We live in a climate of greed
