Price tag halo.

I would love to be part of the whole and have a true ideal story.
Hot days cold days we live in hipocrisy.

Neither one nor the other. what are you like?
What you love today and hate tomorrow is as changing as the weather.
We are like clouds floating around with price tags above our heads.
Looking for wind currents to take us away.
hot and cold we live a hipocrisy.
A long account of true and false perceptions of our life.
Spending time and money to create a lifestyle and evidence that we know ourselves.
We are one through free force of will these days. Yet so much holds us back.
I´d love to be part of the whole.
Something keeps me slack.
I´d love to have a true ideal story, not full of holes and so so unextraordinary.
I´d love to burn the price tag which seems to be a cross.
Can you really see my value? Can you tell me what i cost?
Sum people up, sum yourself up is there no hidden glory/
What you see is what you get, reassuring simplicity as a market tool.
Whatever reflects off our skin! How you conform in school.
Whatever small talk gets you through.
The beautiful numbers fluctuating above your heads, through hot and cold.
Class is brand, job is social status, more mundane than this is proposterous.
Each one of us is floating through, conveyor belts under us, taking us and making us do what we do.
Control has us in the idea of... One through free force of will, one through free force of choice.
Afraid to abandon the price machine for one´s own individual voice.