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I’m a sorcerer in the nation of dreams
I stretch out my hand and desire
Whatever I wish for, is mine
Following the signs of Market, with his non-stop flashing Ads
I’m the new breed of a brave new world to come
I’m the son of Market, the spawn of Ad
I’m the one who lives on manufactured fun
I’m the son of Market, the spawn of Ad
See you at the next “Buy Until You Die!™”
I don’t give a dog’s turd what you say
I might be wasting the planet, but I feel fine
And immortal!
Fuck! My credit’s over, so much for immortality
I hate feeling delusion, I hate having to think about things
Rows of kids bent on machine, women in tears
Rioting faces smashed, teeth grind with fear!
Was that a dream? Was that my dream?
I think I’ve had enough of this shit
And I think I’m not the only one
Who realized that it’s time for waking up
‘Cause dreams are for the sleeping
I’m the son of Market, the spawn of Ad
I’m the one who lives on manufactured fun
We’re all sons of Market, the spawn of Ad
We shall henceforth boycott the “Buy Until You Die!™”
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