Faith laughs

In the shops and in front of TVs
The Empties dwell

They obsessively want
What they need not

Silly stew of their brains
The weak blood in their veins

They feed on gossip
And then go and do it

They eat the Apple for breakfast and dinner
It became cool to be a sinner
The bank account
Is all that counts

They can't sleep well
So they buy a new pillow
Seeing the ugliness
They've broken their mirrors

Claiming they're happy
That life's great
And when retired
They curse the faith

You are to blame!
On you the shame!
 

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