Mind reader, mind reader, 
spin me your yarn, 
Fortune teller, spirit dweller
Predict me no harm

Let me bask in false hope
Through the eyes of a stranger
Glossed white for effect
Reek of money and anger

What dangers, what loves
What can’t you predict
I’m a regular chump to
Judas, brutus, benedict

Take and relay to sad sackless souls
Riches run dry, 
topple mountains of gold

Left with a shimmer of what was once flare
A jack in the box
Not there, just hot air