each inch of the city's been covered with ads,

a neon reminder of corporate trash,

the billboards are towering high in the sky,

they bellow a product a fad you can buy,

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

the trees were replaced by a big shopping mall,

a treadmill of trade trapped in material,

you are a consumer with money to spend,

no longer a human but a wallet instead.

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

I stare at the state of economic greed,

I block all the popups for things I don't need,

I can't close my eyes for the circus outside,

the billboards of bargain are screaming too loud.

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

I want back the park with it's beautuful trees,

impersonal nature that's not tracking me,

no triggered temptation polluting the place,

free sunrise that makes us feel joy and amazed.

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

A lens on your phone sees your face and then sighs,

and serves you an ad for the shape of your eyes,

The data’s extracted refined and re-spun,

a prophecy built on what you haven’t done.

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

They’ve branded the breeze and the rainwater too,

with logos on puddles in tangible view,

This sickness has spread to the clouds and the air,

a profit from breathing It’s more than unfair.

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

another (ad)

a brand new (fad)

I make you (pay)

your trash (away)

destroy (the ad)

grow trees (instead)

pay (nature's debt)

for free (sunset)

destroy (the ad)

grow trees (instead)

pay (nature's debt)

for free (sunset)

destroy...

grow trees...

nature...

it's free..