Slaughter Of The Insole

I watch it spread. I will it on.
Hey, here it comes; the crippling commodity: convenience is
 here
and its taking what it will.
I will it on as it eats up everything that you say you 
love.
I wonder why you haven't learned that something's
just don't fit in its mouth that's so agape.
This you should.
Yet you fight it as its tearing for the clothes on your 
back.
Just let 'em go. It is a force that calculates and kills 
with gold.
Don't risk what can't be bought and sold.
It's tearing you deeper, taking more.
Beyond your skin and through your bone
This is the moment when you must choose what really does 
define you.
This is a show be with the gallery and know that you'll 
survive.
It's just a show. It's happened before
Rears up and cycles once more
It is a show that you'll live through