Step up step up

Come to the edge of the abyss

Your abyss

Your life can no longer

Revolve around the toys you got for Christmas

Empty comfort

Maturity real maturity

Puts acquisitions in their right place

A soul of substance

Knows when enough is enough

The soulless swirl

In a sea of growing luxuries

Illusions of happiness

And then you die

Without having had a single thought

Not a moment of compassion

For the life of someone you didn’t know

Luxuries, acquisitions beyond need

Fill the abyss

And still it remains

Your abyss

Your life

Your emptiness

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