Business of dreams - Bottom feeders

Couldn't cut it
In the short con
Now you're going
For the long one
Credibility
Is not invincibility
On the matchstick stage


It's a creepy scene
You know what I mean
Bottom feeders

Shedding skin
For the cool one
Mold your soul
For ambition's sake
Mediocrity is your philosophy
In a low stakes age

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