Dow Jones And The Temple Of Doom - Burnt By The Sun

Consume.

Defecate.

Consume again

Hollow and empty.

Consume

And this is where we’re at

Running in reverse

I’ll tell you what you need to be through what you own

Through what controls your mind, your life

Define yourself in my holy image

The things you own end up owning you

A seance of aesthetic brotherhood

Fortitude not for the good for your soul

From IKEA nesting, to sound investing

To temp jobs that define what we are

A dime a dozen, hope is dead

Work towards nothing

Groth means nothing if it defines human life by what you can buy

Give up your life

Or what is left of your life

Give up you life.

Let go.

I’m losing it

I’m pulling my hair out trying to figure out what couch defines me as a person?

This is madness.

This is hopeless

My perfect little habitat and I still don’t know myself

Hope is sold in your head

Residing in your head

Existing only in your head

Working for the economy

But is this working for you?

You’re running stride is just to keep the pace

AND I WATCH THIS BURN YOU ALIVE

Burn you alive.

Burn your life.

Bury you life

You are all my children now

Consumption: identity

Function: Consuming again