No more mirrors in supermarkets No not even in the toilets The eyes that fix on future eating Packages avoid the greeting Shift and stare in strangled fleeting Glimpses of a life retreating Onto shelves to be a part of Human process
Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself
Here's the art of mass consumption Eat the heart of self-respect Put your feet up on assumption And watch the adverts do the rest Now 'Goods' are anything that's sold And sold dictates a loss Bottled up we sit reflecting Life's expensive
Now I'm just a product on a shelf Saves me having to try to be myself
No price is right for what was free But now comes blaringly brand new This bottled water taps the need To wash the processed poison through
To what degree does quality Now sink to pass its brief exam? Whose sights were set to make us feel So happy for so short a span? The slaves who push the buttons Greet the slaves who buy the stuff We're on the path to madness And can't get there fast enough
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