Then meet us in the alley's office, come alone in shame and thrill.
We are the dream dealers when its life you have failed,
Clutched coated in sugar grained in finger nails.
We've got the mock magic, escape for a fee,
A contraband of faked dreams, sedates reality.
We'll neutralize your fears and highs,
confuse the balance
control the mind.
A zippers impermanent rip of that momentary bliss,
why struggle to breath if its soon to be missed?
So take the fall, lose it all, and forget whats real of this advice.
Everythings so lovley in this mind-bleached, drugged up paradice.
