Текст песни How

I feel so disappointed within human life Driven by this sick ideal of buying paradise Yeah everything is sold But not for what it is Money establishes the rules Subverting human needs Trading our lifes Depting our minds Dreaming to buy How?! How?! How?! How?! Like you Just like a living curse Our life is quite insane A sketch of what we think to be Written on the wall of fame A status image lie That's what we're dying for A pretty house A fancy car A plastic woman A credit whore