Business of dreams - Turning away

Watch your neck
This place is a big old wreck
Dry your face
We gotta get out of this place

In these times
When the unfulfilled life is a crime
Bought and sold
To a jeweled hand so cold

Total disarray
The world is turning away

We were sold a bill of goods
Before we even knew they could
A sad lament
About the sorry way the state went

At the back of my mind
In a dream where everything is fine
Future days of waste
Begin to fade to grey

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