Nine Eleven All Ages Lyrics

There is a world where the worst of works is a SIGN OF SUCKCESS
Where homes are made of gum, swelled with everything you dream
To feel yourself alive, prettied, processed and packaged, like pieces of plastic

Warm up my heart with tons of flowers
And windows swarming with colors AND GET
Promotion out of our common desires
Through life and death playing now, one on one, the money time between a virtual stage and a real prison cell

In this f*ckin' world, our ideals have turned into idols
Hunt them and kill them until consumption !

MAKE US DREAM A DREAM WHICH WILL NEVER BE
and which we'll never be awaken from ..
We're consumed forever