Ghost In Your Dream Machine

Ghost In Your Dream Machine
© Surazeus
2015 09 17

Maria works in the huge factory
somewhere in the maze of Mexico State,
sewing soles on expensive Nike shoes,
praying for souls in the Church of Saint Mary.

Maria dreams of being a movie star
somewhere in the haze of Mexico State,
singing on the bright television stage
while riding a bus to the Church of Saint Mary.

Everybody wants to be
a famous celebrity,
glam gods of the silver screen,
a ghost in your dream machine.

Maria meets a man with a golden smile
somewhere in the bars of Mexico State,
who beams, I can make you a movie star,
and you can leave the grim Church of Saint Mary.

Maria ignores his texts on the phone,
somewhere in the fear of Mexico State,
but meets him at midnight with bags and cash,
waving goodbye to the Church of Saint Mary.

Everybody wants to be
a famous celebrity,
glam gods of the silver screen,
a ghost in your dream machine.

Maria dances in the flashing lights
somewhere in the daze of Mexico State,
asking, when will I be a movie star,
worshipped with love in the Church of Saint Mary.

Maria weeps in the dark motel room,
somewhere in the hell of Mexico State,
after twelve men pay for an hour of love,
and leave her bruised in the Church of Saint Mary.

Everybody wants to be
a famous celebrity,
glam gods of the silver screen,
a ghost in your dream machine.

Maria runs down endless alleyways
somewhere in the maze of Mexico State,
searching for home behind locked golden gates,
and finds refuge in the Church of Saint Mary.

Hiding from the man with the golden gun,
somewhere in the hope of Mexico State,
Maria floats lost in the Grand Canal
like Ophelia from the Church of Saint Mary.

Everybody wants to be
a famous celebrity,
glam gods of the silver screen,
a ghost in your dream machine.