PERFECT CONCEPTION TO IMPERFECT DECEPTION
(Lyrics by Steve McAndrew)

the marionette has no strings on me
in the land of their secrets with so little to see
skeletons in cupboards with their rattling bones
should be sent on their journey, should be sent to their home.......all alone

everything's wonderful, crystals and candles
expressions of grandeur sometimes heavy to handle
behind the back of them all, in whispers of malice
there's a poisoning in progress, with excess in the chalice

let's get out in the open and talk of the past
that will soon be so distant, things are passing so fast
with a net newly mended we prepare for the cast
in a turbulent sea, don't get stuck to the mast

things can come in an instant, same instant be gone
things born of the night can be history by dawn
from a wondrous begining of immaculate conception
don't let sweet turn to sour through imperfect deception

in this land of the big boys we can talk a good script
but must never enact them as tales from the crypt
with an outward transparence and an inside so dense
form cartoonic confusion, making mockery of sense

things can come in an instant, same instant be gone
things born of the morning can by night time move on
from a wondrous begining of immaculate conception
don't let sweet turn to sour through imperfect deception.

Comment:- This is a lyric written in April 2007 but as yet remains unused.