close your eyes and take a look at what is yours and what is not in the final stages what do you think? all your possession is not worth a rush
below the line there's nothing left without your chips you're nothing mind you're paying for love you're paying for fun in your prepaid life you're dying alone
you're only a name on a filled out check your live don't exist you're dying alone
open your eyes take a look who you are substract your chattle reconceive what remains caged by your greed in golden chains noone will release you from your gleamy jail