Текст песни Lamb Of God - Gears

Оригинальный текст песни Gears

You suffer from a manufactured sickness and envy by design
Pre-calculated status and patterns of desire
Accumulation and adoration, built to feed your ostentation
Perpetually unsatisfied, but you never question why.

So hang it on the wall of your golden cage
Tell yourself that it means something.

Empty actions to fill the time
Commercial gods keep you in line
Industry and empire thrive
While you’re dying for always more.

Your endless hunger automated, industry defined
A systematic impulse, parametric lines
Subjugation and degradation the blueprint to your annihilation
You’re assets personified, a product of the times.

So hang a mirror on the wall of your golden cage
And tell yourself that you mean something.

Empty actions to fill the time
Commercial gods keep you in line
Industry and empire thrive
While you’re dying for always more.

So you can’t take it with you but you don’t use it now
A shallow life to crush you, drive you into the ground
So scared to lose the nothings you acquire
Everything must fall, bones on a pyre.

So scared to lose it all
Always more
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