An Anecdote - Work, Sleep, Consume | Текст песни

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• An Anecdote
• Work, Sleep, Consume

A loud eerie cry from a mountain afar
It's trying to question our ways
It's trying to reach a consumerist mass
Getting headaches at night over the new ipod 6
No one cry
Will get through
Those plastic feelers
Consumer practice
Infesting infesting
Instilling a habit
Of total control
Making freedom something
You can't concieve
Constant amnesia
It rots the bone