Cures don\'t make money,
as I told you,
\'Then why do they keep on lying to me,
With a smile\'?,...
Abiding in the spirit of truth
beneath a starry sleep,
...Holding on to that dream that\'s real,
In the reels of midnight,
I know there\'s truth,...
Stretching out for that surreal find
vexed in the wake of tribulation,
that never plays the part,..
It\'s okay my dear,
Don\'t worry,
For that mile of confusion
must all end well,..
Will they finally guide me
in cuneiform lies of various truths
of pills and hoax...
They don\'t care
for their souls are dark driven and inviting in greed,
They don\'t care,
It\'s all a sham!