Yesterday is priced to go
and tomorrow is already sold
Today is now the hell on earth
built for the commercial soul

a generation solicitated and sold
demand is high
and prices are low

We're just casualties to the corporate price wars
we've got idols in our eyes
and crucifixion sores

We are not human
we are just a number
we are post human
potential costumers

Yesterday's been recycled
and tomorrow is going fast
you better get corporate
if you're going to last

Put a price tag on a smile
gotta buy low
sell high

SELL OUT!

We are not human
we are just a number
but we're not selling
replace us with another
we are not human
we've been sold by our fathers
we are posthuman
potential costumers

And when I die
I'll be wrapped in plastic
put on a shelf
and sold to the masses
I'll be new and improved
and priced to own
there's not much left to sell
so we'll sell our souls