The first time I began to see that the
walking advertisement was me.
A time when I was led to believe,
that I was not enough, b*tch please...
Walking billboards, zombies
accepting thoughts that are not our own.
Leaking turnkey materialism into diverse psyches
all around the globe.
Covering up symptoms
afraid to admit defeat
to a disease that
continues to bring us to our feet.
To enter in and out of store doors
wanting more, more and more.
But who are we buying for?
The I buy for me and mine
without seeing that in a short time
that toxic waste will soon end up
in a distant neighbor's back door.
Agbloboshi, Dandora, Gulf of Mexico
Can you feel compost, recycling knocking
at conscience front door?
Products of an illusion.
False food delusion.
I buy it, no more.
Love lives in the Roar....coming soon.