The Lust for Comfort Kills the Passion of the Soul and Then Walks Grinning in the Funeral

In the old school shelter song, in the name of comfort, you were reading the prophet. O, verily, the lust for comfort, the laganp yespas, murders the passion of the soul and then walks grinning into the funeral. And with con we're over consumed as culture. Everybody just wants to consume. They want fast food, and relationships are fast, and sexes fast. Everything is saw everythings like a paper cup. We create a disposable society. You can't people just run through things. Just throw it out,. Throw it out, buy a nw one, and it's start a and. Think about that. E's very, very insideful.