In a world of endless greed,
Where desire plants its seed,
Consuming hearts and minds,
Leaving emptiness behind.

In the pursuit of material gain,
We lose ourselves in the mundane.
A culture built on what we own,
In the grunge of consumption, we're not alone.

Critique of consumption, echoes in the air,
Empty wallets, hearts in despair.
Chasing illusions, a never-ending race,
In the grunge of excess, we find no grace.

Advertisements paint the dream,
Selling more than what they seem.
A thirst that's never quenched,
In the grunge of consumption, souls entrenched.

In the pursuit of material gain,
We lose ourselves in the mundane.
A culture built on what we own,
In the grunge of consumption, we're not alone.

Critique of consumption, echoes in the air,
Empty wallets, hearts in despair.
Chasing illusions, a never-ending race,
In the grunge of excess, we find no grace.
Critique of consumption, echoes in the air,
Empty wallets, hearts in despair.
Chasing illusions, a never-ending race,
In the grunge of excess, we find no grace.

In the quiet moments, reflection comes,
Questioning the chase, the beating drums.
A critique of consumption, a call for change,
In the grunge of awareness, we rearrange.

Critique of consumption, echoes in the air,
Empty wallets, hearts in despair.
Chasing illusions, a never-ending race,
In the grunge of excess, we find no grace.
Critique of consumption, echoes in the air,
Empty wallets, hearts in despair.
Chasing illusions, a never-ending race,
In the grunge of excess, we find no grace.