The constant presence of plastic and fakeness is overwhelming in these lyrics. It's like being in a Target, Ikea, or Home Depot, with glaring fluorescent lights everywhere and aisles upon aisles of plastic and metal goods. This, of course, is all stuff you can go without, but, for some reason, you feel like you need it. And then -- boom -- two hours later you're down $200 on a bunch of "necessities" that will probably end up on the curb when you change apartments next semester. In the words of Tears for Fears, "it's a mad, mad world."
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