Bern and the Bastards - This is All an Advertisement

This is all an advertisement
Nothing that you see is fucking real, it's so ideal
Buying up your short attention
Spanning every moment til your death, til nothing's left

Born to spend
But the pain won't end
No

This is all a big disguise
Everything you see is fucking fake, are you awake
No, close your eyes, go back to sleep
And dream a little dream of all the things that money brings

Live to buy
Til the day you die

You are the fuel that drives the machine
Food for the Moloch when it's time to feed
Commercial blood-pacts demand their price
An angry god, a sacrifice
We've sealed your fate
There's no escape

This has been a brief aside
Thank you very much for all your time, it's been so fine
Well don't delay, call today
Our operators on the other line are standing by

Live to die
In this world of lies

This is all an advertisement
This is all an advertisement
This is all an advertisement
This is all a
Argh

Written by:
Bernard Miller

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