I want to be a cocoon. I want to grow up just like you.
Feeling nothing, doing nothing, being nothing.
I want to live my whole life, live it in this empty shell,
But all I feel is nothing, nothing.
I just want to survive in capitalist life.
You went and got a job and you did it really well.
Surplus value means nothing, nothing.
You have a family, a house, and your finances are swell.
Does your life truly mean something?
You were meant to thrive in capitalist life.
When you die, I'll burn your body by the sea
And spread your ashes on a fruit bearing tree.
Let it bear food for generations to come.
Repentance for your crimes under capitalism.
And the others out there, why can't they be like you?
Always wanting, always needing, always something.
And it seems like no matter what we do
Their lives amounts to nothing.