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You live a life devoid of worth except for what you own.

You spend your time among your crops reaping what you've sown.

Unaware, you're blinded by the bullshit you're secreting.

Everything you care about is fleeting.

The material chains that bind you convenience you they're your friend.

Drink the Kool-Aid, it overflows and drowns you in the end.

Immortalize yourself in gold but from you life is torn.

The irony comes in the end, possessions cannot mourn.

Fuck yourself

Fuck the Joneses, I won't keep up with their disgusting bragging sound.

I'll rape the parents, kill the kids, and burn their house to the ground.

Everything I take from them, I'll use to wipe my ass.

Their lost possessions are stained with shit and drenched in burning gas.

Goddamn your status symbols and how insufferably they're priced.

You bow to them and worship like they're Jesus fucking Christ.

I'll pack them in your anus with a monstrous pelvic thrust.

Stacks of dirty green paper are the only God you trust.

Fuck yourself