
Emptier than when I started
Smoky rooms transporting me to a soulless desolation
This journey of avarice only takes advantage of the unending
State of need
The intoxication amplifies the
Racing in my mind that takes chances and chases glory
I hear the bells
For others, shameless in their unencumbered ambition
Then
For myself
But it is not enough when there could always be more
The chips stack higher and higher
And my eyes turn green
The money flows


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