And miles and piles and rivers of worthless junk.
Running through our muscled legs
Tired of running, fucking, longing, craving;
With cigarette burns between our
fingers and blisters on our feet and thighs.
We scream with agony for mercy
Who are we here in this
What is our purpose underneath
the zeros and the ones?
Consume! Consume, I tell you!
Sweat out our dignity and pride.
Produce! Produce! Produce the
worthless piles of junk!
And crumble underneath the buttocks of society.