Animosity Commoditism Lyrics

What is the capacity of our lives
How much s___ can we fit to satisfy the fetish
Of material commodities
Possessions, the ruler of happiness
I can't resist the overindulgence in this s___
In order to truly understand our ridiculousness
I would have to been stripped
Taken away from my ever-growing mountain of bits
It's not just a disorder of the rich
It's nearly American to be stuck in this ditch
Even when the majority is living in the pits
At what f___ing point can we agree that we really have enough?
As the mountain forges upward, we suffocate in an abundant heap of our own chattels
a__ets like a drug, to satisfy
Sufficiency is a dream
The modern perception of adequacy is a f___ing disgust
Desire is an infinite void with out borders that can never fulfill the eternal l___
If only we could see the boundaries
Perhaps we would be able to draw the line to separate what we truly need
Self-gratification seems to come wrapped in plastic
With a price tag on it and every f___ing store seems to have it
We are told to soak it up
To keep a full cup
And this is considered a blessing
What the f___?