Shop Till You Drop (If Hope Dies)

feed the machine that eats up our lives churning out product, end result of time processed then sold back to us, and renamed convenience left with the notion of life as commodity hours converted to dollars for the benefit of private interest coerced, to reduce our options there is no freedom within this economy working to buy our time saving devices have we sacrificed more in the name of convenience than we stand to gain? eaten alive our blood greases the axles of an engine that's out of control this defies our nature we will take back what our masters stole they want you to live to work, work until you die marry and reproduce, more resource for them to exploit forget what they'd have you believe our lives are not their playthings we won't be bought and sold