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The Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging

«It's the last great adventure left to mankind», screams a drooping lady
Offering her dreamdoll's at less than extortionate prices

And as the notes and coins are taken out
I'm taken in to the factory floor

For the grand parade of lifeless packaging, all ready to use
The grand parade of lifeless packaging, I just need a fuse

Got people stocked in every shade, must be doing well with trade
Stamped, addressed in odd fatality that evens out their personality

With profit potential marked by a sign, I can recognize some of the production line
No bite at all in labor bondage, just wrinkled wrappers or human bandage

Grand parade of lifeless packaging, all ready to use
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging, I just need a fuse

The hall runs like clockwork, their hands mark out the time
Empty in their fullness, like a frozen pantomime

Everyone's a sales representative, wearing slogans in their shrine
Dishing out failsafe superlative, Brother John is number 9

It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging, all ready to use
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging, I just need a fuse

And the decor on the ceiling has planned out their future day
I see no sign of free will, so I guess I have to pay, pay my way

Grand parade, for the grand parade
Grand parade, for the grand parade

It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging, all ready to use
It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging, I just need a fuse

Grand parade...