The Truth of X

Well I can count my beans & multiply my things
Think I'm in control when someone pulls my strings
I want a bigger house, a newer automobile
No time to think about what I really feel
'Cause life will only last so long
Then all my stuff will be gone
although I know I can't take it with me
Possessions are all I will ever be

I never created anything from deep inside
Given the chance to be honest I always lied
Appearance is the most important thing
I need finer clothes, a bigger diamond ring
Metal rust and have to be replaced
Lines in the dust have to be retraced
The soul goes on forever but doesn't matter to me
I only care for the things you can see

If I had any talent I killed it off long ago
Sacrifices must be made to stay in the flow
I need a promotion and another raise
So I can buy into the latest craze
I have to buy what they are sellin' me
Participate in the commerciality
I gotta niche in the market to fill
I gotta recirculate my dollar bill