It is the seventh of December and the holiday season has come full bloom. You are there, my friend, with all of the endless, not-so-happy consumers. You make them want, and they seek the lowest price for the highest quality. It is the lack that they have that motivates, and I often wonder if you are not the cause of each moment passing, being the being that becomes other.
It is what they are that makes them need, it being that absence. We have said it before, but now we see our cultural results: lights on houses, ugly sweaters and bad music.
And the lyrics...