False Remedy -

Where did you go was it out of town

with your slave made pumps,

and your gypsy gown

Miles away

and many leagues down

from the depths you go when I was around

And in other words

you were in between

the common lines,

and synthetic dreams

tend to yourself

and claim to be queen

Your thoughts are unpure

your motives naive

You know its a false remedy

time to dispose

of all word of mouth

and revive some sense

of higher ground

there you should stand

on your promenade

and wave goodbye to false tirades

And above all else

you were in between

the common lines,

and synthetic dreams

tend to yourself

and claim to be queen

Your thoughts are unpure

your motive’s naive

You know its a false remedy