We won't stop until we own the air you breathe,
And sell it back for an obscene monthly fee.
We won't quit until your world is a corporate show...
And there's no need to hide our motives...
You don't care to know.
Your favorite memories will be buying pretty things,
To replace your time under a trademark sign.
Try some Brand X Misery, suicidal gluttony.
Keep you lazy and content while we chain you to the fence.
We won't stop now that your thoughts are bought and sold,
And you defend our power while we take your own.
So don't look past today, don't question the ways,
Sink into the faith of a slave...
And when you're all used up we will pay you to dig your grave.
And your favorite memories will be buying pretty things,
To replace your time under a trademark sign.
Try some Brand X Misery, suicidal gluttony.
Keep you lazy and content while we chain you to the fence.
We'll be laughing all the way to the bank.
We'll be laughing while we watch you walk the plank.
We'll be laughing all the way to the bank.
We'll be laughing while you dipshits walk the plank.
It's the complete, Wholesale Buyout of everything we've been.
The trap has been set for years, now it's time to reel it in.
Watch the New American Century begin.
You haven't seen the least of it.
...And the end of human liberty will come in a bright packaging,
Promising all the things it's taking away...
And our lives will become as controlled as those who were crushed,
While we all looked away...
Tuning out...
Concerned with ourselves.
S_E