The Price Of Emptiness
Abismo Cavado e Medicado
I bought happiness in twelve installments
It arrived in the wrong box, along with the windows
Of the empty apartment I bought to be somebody
I have everything I needed, and yet I'm nothing either
Capital told me, consume and exist
Descartes bought it too, I think, then I resist
No! I think, then I buy, then I identify
With the brand that sells me what I already had inside
Soul clearance sale, two for one on the ego
Free shipping on illusion, returns without attachment
Marx performed an autopsy on this corpse a long time ago
But the line at the mall doesn't stop for a moment
Emptiness wrapped in bubble wrap
Delivered to your door, without a single sheet
Of instructions, because emptiness
Has no manual, just more empty consumption
Sartre said, the other completes me and destroys me
Today, the other is a product the algorithm chose to grind up
A relationship with an expiration date, with a limited warranty
Exchange within seven days, if the soul arrives damed
A showcase existence, being-for-others full-time
Authenticity on clearance, flash sale online
Who am I outside the brand I've built?
An unanswerable question, and the payment is due in april
You have no style
You have a product
No identity
Just a full shopping cart
The essence you seek
Isn't on the shelf
But you'll be back tomorrow
Because the sale won't wait
Emptiness wrapped in bubble wrap
Delivered to your door, without a single away
I'll return it all, I want my true self back
But the authentic self, comes without a receipt