Presented like a product,  Placed in a black box  The promise of salvation,  Is enough to make us watch  There is no thought,  And there is no concern  We can't retrace our steps  Across the bridges that we burn  But were content to be  Getting what we're getting for free  So we lock our chains  And we throw away the key  But the free comes at a price  That we'd rather not think about  The free comes at a price  We'd rather not think about.  Well we don' think much  About much these days  So the chance of that happening  Quickly fades away  Into another haze of emotion,  Another blur of product  Far from any pretense  And removed from any context  But nothing really seems  To be in context anymore  We sold our integrity  And now we are the whores  With our blue plastic checking cards  And silicone implants  Our pre-constructed world  That has all us trapped    [Chorus]  (and) All we are...  Is a tool to be used to pay  For someone else's rent  A profit gain of 23%    (and) All we are...  Pieces of paper to be torn into shreds  A small piece of capital to be worked until our death    Salvation in consumption  Is an absurd way to live  Products as religion  Is too much to give  So we fill our lives with useless items  To make up for ourselves  And we fill our heads with excuses  To justify our wealth  But the greed that fuels our consumption  Seems to be accepted  And not just as a fault,  But as a trait to be respected  How we got to this point  Is a question without answer  We can blame it on TV,  But we set the standard  All of this hypocricy  Just leaves me more confused  Expecting something more  When i should just be amuzed  At the pettiness, the irony,  The ignorance, and abuse  The individual twines we braid  Into one collective noose  Cause at the age of 24  You can't expect me to accept  That the standards of humanity  Coul possibly be less  All we ever wanted   Was to be something more than this  All we ever wanted   Was to be something more than this!    [Chorus]