The Dying Man

my machine will not talk to me
my souls gives me no reply
the ground that i walk upon
on which i cannot even rely

now all of this is fake
everything that you and i are surrounded by
now all of this is fake

my heart dwells in my wallet
my soul resides in my bank account
these possessions have a hold on me
it frightens and it clouds

now all of this is fake
everything that you and i are surrounded by
now all of this is fake