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