An Anecdote все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- Capitalist Realism
The promise is gone
New lines are drawn
Starting the process, circling the drain
Force them out, take it back, make something new
Societal cancer, dysmorphic fiend
Holding us back, we want to live
Forced this upon us, we're not the culprits
They are the ones with construed incentives
- Work, Sleep, Consume
A loud eerie cry from a mountain afar
It's trying to question our ways
It's trying to reach a consumerist mass
Getting headaches at night over the new ipod 6
No one cry
Will get through
Those plastic feelers
Consumer practice