I don't buy it!

Wake up at dawn to the neon flash, Trade every second for a handful of cash. Scroll through the feed for the brand-new trend, Buying fake love from a digital friend. Got the upgraded phone with the extra lens, To photograph vacuum to impress fake friends. The box on the porch is my daily hit, Drowning in plastic, but I’m loving it. Fill up the cart, charge it to the card, Thinking for yourself is way too hard. Consume, decay, repeat the show, The less you need, the more you owe. Designer labels on a hollow frame, Buying identity to play the game. The landfill’s rising to the morning sun, But look at me, guys, I’m the lucky one! Fast fashion fits that decay in the wash, Guzzling the gospel of the corporate squash. Subscribe to the air, pay a monthly fee Thank God the market set my spirit free. Fill up the cart, charge it to the card, Thinking for yourself is way too hard. Consume, decay, repeat the show, The less you need, the more you owe. Yeah, check the tag, check the price, throw the conscience in the ice, Roll the economic dice, buying poison by the slice! One-click fix for an empty soul Let a mega-corp algorithm take control. Gotta flex, gotta spend, gotta trend till the end, Unbox my happiness, hit post, press send. Earth is on fire, but the shipping is free, So swipe that plastic and bow down with me! We threw out the books for a shiny screen, The slickest consumers that you’ve ever seen. They sold us the cure for the void inside, A glossy new box where the brain can hide. Don't ask questions, just scan the code, Carry the weight of the corporate load. Sipping sweet poison from a paper straw, Obeying the market's almighty law. Fill up the cart, charge it to the card, Thinking for yourself is way too hard. Consume, decay, repeat the show, The less you need, the more you owe. Now the bank account’s dry and the house is full, Trapped in the trance of the golden bull. The sky turns ash and the rivers dry, But hey, at least we got the subscription high. No rescue coming, no grand reset, Just a final invoice for a life in debt. The lights go dark as the register rings, Buried alive under worthless things. Fill up the cart, charge it to the card, Thinking for yourself is way too hard. Consume, decay, repeat the show, The less you need, the more you owe.