Bookseller

A seller of hope 
In jungles made of stone
The only thing you find
Your cover has been blown

You beat around the place
You try to hide from curse
I've been there
I've been there

Stop right now - you're wasting my time
Things you offer blow my mind
I've been there
I've been there

You're standing next to me
Hungry for your prey
How many have been trapped?
How many will obey?

You sell your pretty face
You try – it’s not for me
I've been there
I've been there