Corporate Harvest - Pathology

Our lives are on auction

We are the slaves to a corporate harvest

To create a perfect, a flawless world

There is nothing pure left

The degradation of all our nations

The ongoing wave of technology

Over running life

Continuing and determining to

Finding faster ways to

Be controlled by material possessions

Buying and consuming

Ingesting and exploiting

Brainwashed by the mindless media

No stimulation in our minds

We are rapidly running out of time

No individuality, no knowledge

No hope, no solace

The final move has been made

The day is drawing near

We have hit our peak

Our existence is bleak

Our lives are on auction

We are the slaves to a corporate harvest