Buy the big house, buy the fast car. Die for the toys that define who you are. The trophy and the 2.5. Don't it feel good to be alive? Use and be used, strive and compete, trust in the promise to make you complete. Use and be used, strive and compete, buy it all up and stop at nothing, no one. Nothing/No one...
is ever enough. You named your price, so it seems, and they sold you all these rotting dreams. Commodify and buy protection, mount it up there with your collection. Nailed shut in your tomb. Another object to be consumed.
You've got it all but you're still alone, the lights are on but no one's home. How much is enough?