This is lyric #386

Conceived to Consume
Doug Furlong
c. 2002

Who creates your desire,
Whispers only of greed?
Who kindles your fire,
Fans the flames of your need?
Is there never enough,
Will you always want more?
Feeding on lust
‘Til you bite to the core

Voices will tell us
Grow or you’ll perish.
But if we buy what they sell us
We’ll destroy what we cherish.
How much can you swallow?
There’s not enough room
Still your children will follow
Conceived to consume.

Our mouths are wide open
Dare not close our eyes.
Faith is unbroken
Still we swallow the lies.
And fuel the machine
From cradle to tomb
Is that what we’re here for
Conceived to consume?




[This message has been edited by Marty Helly (edited 06-08-2006).]