Where Dreams Die

They take a piece of you every day,
Why they want it, they never say.
But still the bill is on the table,
The admission price for this fable.
The shining city on the hill,
Is nothing more than a pill.
Red one, blue one, indigo and green,
Say anything, except what you mean.
The pound of flesh, the ounce of soul,
God help you, if you ever get old.
Martin, Martin, if only they dream,
But for them, hope is just a scheme.
For when hate is peddled like a whore,
Human dignity is kicked out the door.
Kids, ignore what you see,
Live the lie, not the dream.
Lies are truth, truth are lies,
In a land where dreams die.