Another letter through the door, telling you to spend some more
Here, take the imaginary money and blow it all
Don't worry about the interest rates, we're the bank and we'll keep you safe
False sense of security, a victim of conformity

Work to pay, pay to die, buy to survive
Coz there's no other way
But why? Our hands are not tied
Our lives are a lie

Zeroes and ones streaming through your eyes
A must-have offer, you're broke, you wonder why?
Plastic junk stuck together by slaves, plastic spunk clogging up the waves
A user ID is all we'll be, online ads, consumer treats
Privacy traded for convenience, our freedom's been bought, it's genius