I am always in want.
Help me lie down on nice couches.
Turn on the sounds of still waters.
Medicate my soul.
She guides me in the paths of indebtedness
for desire’s sake.
When I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I fear everything, for I am consumed.
The delivery truck and the brown box, they sooth me.
She prepares cheap food for my table
and I am present with no one.
She anoints my eyes with seductive screens,
My cup shrinks and I am empty.
Surely greed and debt will follow me all the days of my life,
And I will dwell in the hell of consuming forever.