The New High Tech Employees - A Individualist Love Song, A Materialist Hate Anthem

All the things you got
Are all the things you're not
Sum hole

Circle the skull and spine
Toggle thru those presets
Slip on that certain kind
It's comfortable cause its your choice
And it don't mind that you fight with yourself
Would make anyone yeah anyone subscribe

Obsessions kill the time
Possessions are a sign
Dimensions start to rhyme
Conventions that are not a crime
As the nasty old ways solidify
Would make anyone yeah anyone subscribe

A individualist love song
A materialist hate anthem

Written by:
Peter Bane

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