More lands more lambs
More soap to clean their hands
More banks more built towers, more cars
More concrete blasting the flowers
More work, more extra hours

More lies in the bedroom miror
More shoes in the wooden cupboard
More fences in my neighbour’s garden
More roads 'cause more goods are routed
Hi-tech the air smells like plastic

Faster further have no reserve
More likes on your insta tits bitches
Do you think that the body is elastic?
Less nose and more endo metri osis
This overflow givesme anxiety crisis

More shrinks and more antidepressants
More porn to deal with my sex life
We want it all but raised polite
We’ll have some meat but with no blood
We’ve heard ourselves but with no rope
We play your tale but it’s a lie