Ghosts For Hire

Take back your contributions, the constant never-ending
And understand the institutions, but you're divorced before you're married
Let the educated go, because the money's gone
As the daily day is helped by one you forgot

And there's no more work, no more drugs
No more sleepless nights with wandering trust
No more fashion, no more debt
No more decisions to be made about what will come next

And the circling stopped, roundabout the matter
When I began to hold with those who fake their fire
To burn brightly away, as the world expires
In an atmosphere filled with ghosts for hire

Where there's no more weight, no more pressure
No more anxiety about distances not measured
No more bodies, no more obsessing
No more question about whose time I will be spending