I can't escape the sinking feeling   that everything is broken   in the beginning where it falls apart   the consumption of the things that comfort    A product that is taking   Precedence over a life   mindless indulgence   to gain contentment   with whats inside   Temporary serenity   selling out to live a life      to break to buy   to find a center   to be a slave   so insecure   offset intent   sell it away   to gain control   and feel secure      broken disaster   barted existance      loaded in a cycle   aggressive in the response   to a motion within a system   caving in to my frustration   i've claimed it all   now it's gone   selling out to live and die      Now i'm broken      a thousand new broken parts in the end where it falls apart braking without support cought up in the ties that bind indentured into bonds and stocks stocks that bind and break the locks this sanity is of no use untill i can afford something new