nWe draw your eyes to our images: Carrot and stick.nWe've got a sense for what makes you tick.nThe more out of reach, the more desperate you'll be trying to get it.nWe're the sweet distraction sure to provoke a reaction.nWe'll show you what you need: You can be sure this world is yours if you're paying for it.nOnce we've got your attention we might sell you something you don't have the cash to pay.nPut it on credit.nPay by instalment.nSit back and chill: and wait for your consignment.nnWe make you pay to eatnWe make you pay to sleepnWe make you pay to breathenWe make you pay for any pleasures you could come up withnNow we reached our goals: We keep you stuck in a job that you loathe.nNow you're dead on the whole because you're bound to pay us off.nAt the end of a tiresome day of repetitive work without having a say you crave for nothing more then mere dispersal:nTurn on the TV and switch off reality.nAnd here we are back again with our screens of perfection: The perfect distraction.nFancy cars, furbished shopping marts: All that it takes to make you fall for our candy-bars.nWhat a fertile symbiosis: You help us pay our bills.nAnd in turn we assist you: Keep treading the mill.nWe set the standards.nWe embody all you ever wanna be.nWe play with your insecurities.nWe make you feel miserable.