Gotta move out

Slaves on a trip, billboards hypnotize me, as they flash by, naked to the naked mind, but like salt on the wound, we bury our tomb, with the dust swept by the devils broom, and soon to pay, but we are all slaves, all the money we make goes away, so how do we stay sane, when our brains have been washed then drained, that explains the slavery, mockery, they make fun of me, oh they love a student in debt, we break so much sweat, they show us a dream, but my eyes are open, peeking through the seams of the curtain, I see the lies, the materialism has our focus stolen, looking on things that are golden, instead of the overwhelming problems, thieves in the night, stealing our virginity, an unfortunate reality, that someone has to see, overcome and believe, I step away from being a victim in their movie scene, I will