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Where does it come from?
Where does it go?
The store, and then the garbage
Before or after that doesn’t concern me
I know there will always be more
This cornucopia that you see is actually quite fragile
And everything we buy is set to undermine us
Maybe the hole that you’re trying to fill won't seem so big
If you forget how you’ve been trained
Do more than just consume
