herve villechaize is dead

no more planes flying off to that remote
location enough fairytales populated by ever-so-perfect
characters, totally unreal
the word is pragmatism the time is now
let the empirical ways of the world
guide you from now on leave
the few dreams you hold dear
behind they're useless and inadequate they keep dragging your
heart through a forest of piercing thorns
energy is being wasted focus your thoughts
this is your real life go on greet
her try to keep your smile as you look into
the ugly face in front of you
debonair people only live in cathode-ray tubes
do you see a screen around you?