Consumerism foundation 
Capitalism in control 
Hollow hypocrisy 

You spend your days in self-exile 
Locked in your self-forged golden cage 
At times it feels 
More like rusty cocoon 

Loner, not misanthropist 
Years spent as a recluse 
Lack of communication 
Die from social starvation 

You need to be a part of it 
If you want to survive 
Obey the rules to some extent 
To reintegrate yourself 
You'll never fully conform 
But you have to come to terms 
Any achievement of yours is 
Only real when it's shared 

Wake up in your life's changing room 
Buried by piles of dismissed clothes 
You can't remember 
What you look like when you're naked 

When you have nothing left to lose 
Can tear away the clothes your wear 
To play your role 
In this life's fucking lie