Happiness is an illusion a distant conception dreamt up and designed by advertising and marketing agents to get you to buy trivial, meaningless, material junk.
We once tried to break away from this with counter culture, rock ‘n roll and punk.
Not long until the battle was over and we thought we’d won But little did we know their rain had just begun.
Believing we were safe we let our guard down Now they are back and build a Starbucks in every town.
We’re told how to look how to dress how to behave Will watch smiling people on TV corrupt and deprave us Now we snap back and they will not force us Forget about what you know what you think you know especially about the value of material possessions They are only strategically programed desires and obsessions
A guilty conscience isn't cleansed by buying a new watch Stress is not drowned by a five dollar cup of coffee Your life is not completed when you buy that leather couch We can write a new page in history carve another notch We can peel the label of consumer off and finally be free We as a generation will curse suppression and no longer slouch
Break away from advertising Say no to the franchises Become what you want to be Not what the posters say you want to be See yourself through your eyes not the TV screen