We sell our souls, just to Buy the world we'll never own You think what you think is right Its right for you, even then you are wrong Who would have thought Not you, that's for sure You'll just never get it Cos to add something new You have to be in a deficit But you are so full of yourself You are just overflowing with .... We love to diss the people we hate Our honest response to their honesty And we love the people who love us We love to return the favor We are so high strung on emotions We love to trade them, to feel a little human Guess that's alright, don't get too carried away A little dope high, a result of some casual praise Row your boat slowly, straight to the pharaoh's place Soon, we will get to hear, it is only 'I' that 'Is' But the words used will be I am what i am or just do it You are trying to satiate the matter A matter that has totally hijacked 'You' The matter was there to satiate 'You' But now it's too late to differentiate Between the matter and you Just a collection of atoms Maybe some other soul less Collection of atoms, will replace you too Should not be a problem, for anybody AI think I am right on this one Did I say AI, I meant I, anyways If God is dead, how can we be alive too Long live Nietzsche, ohh guess he is dead too Cheap shot perhaps, of course, suits him well As one matter tries to consume the other To satiate something that doesn't even matter If you ask me, i think that the matter is 'You' Get it, of course you don't Now go, eat, you must be hungry It's been 5 whole minutes Since you last indulged You keep this pace up Soon, there will be nothing left Not to worry though, you can Always eat your self Better start from your foot And work your way up Implode into your own self Disappear into thin air, and become the Nothingness that you came from Be the ideal consumer and consume what you love the most, which is you Yeah, be the loop of self consumption That you metaphorically represent, so perfectly Or perfectly represent, metaphorically The ideal society works itself to death The war cry of a corporate martyr Pay your last respects Call him a hard worker, and turn your backs Another one laid to rest By the hands of the 'chosen few' The invisible kings, the shortly glorified But forever cursed The matter knows its place, and You, My timeless friend, are unable To justify your God given space @arhamadnan