(Verse 1) December's creepin', air is gettin' thin Another holiday rush, where do I even begin? The crowds are snarlin', the music's a blight Trapped in this concrete jungle, bathed in a sickly light (Chorus) Those mall doors spinnin', a dizzying display Suckin' me in, another soul to betray Spin, spin, but you never win, just a gilded cage Trapped in this consumer dream, a soul-erasing rage (Verse 2) The scent of cinnamon, a sickly sweet perfume Masking the desperation, the impending doom Of empty promises, and credit card debt A gilded cage of wants, a soul forever in debt (Chorus) Those mall doors spinnin', a dizzying display Suckin' me in, another soul to betray Spin, spin, but you never win, just a gilded cage Trapped in this consumer dream, a soul-erasing rage (Bridge) Long for simpler times, a world without this greed Where happiness wasn't measured by material seed But the warmth of loved ones, the kindness in their eyes Instead of this cold, hard glitter, a soul-crushing disguise (Chorus) Those mall doors spinnin', a dizzying display Suckin' me in, another soul to betray Spin, spin, but you never win, just a gilded cage Trapped in this consumer dream, a soul-erasing rage (Outro) December's a burden, a weight upon my soul Yearnin' for escape, to break free from this control But the mall doors keep spinnin', a hypnotizing beat Sucking me deeper, a soul incomplete.
