stonerfromohio
Bluelighter
This old tuning fork keeps on vibrating between two poles
Close the eyes cover the holes
Percieve with the eyes or the mind thoughts ask
Questioning to much its the ego's over analyizing task
Just keep on watching to unwind
All meaning intertwined in seeming paradox
Stuck in a conceptual box
Try so hard to undercover the locks
God cant hear the knocks
But no one can get in whos burdened with sin
Whos stuck in the wolves den
In dirty mucky waters
Searching for answers in blotters
Swaying back and forth like teeter-totters
Callem what you will I call em roboters
Chewing on empty fodders
Heavy clodders causing pain on their way
Just seekin rusty coarse pleasure
Their suffering treasure
Pulling out the ruler and numbers to measure
Pain staking theory
Is the system of the dreary
Everywhere they go always weary claiming they know
Always ready to tell you so
Their mind caught every time the wind will blow
Following streams till they cycle back around the wheel
Seeking anything the I can feel
Caught up in the movie reel
In the stream of flowing form
Cling to the norm the herds debris
Social institutions and experts dictate the rules
We run on cyclical treadmills like dead mules
Cowering in pools of cubicles stacked 100 floors high
Too many caught up in their self created misery to ask why
Close the eyes cover the holes
Percieve with the eyes or the mind thoughts ask
Questioning to much its the ego's over analyizing task
Just keep on watching to unwind
All meaning intertwined in seeming paradox
Stuck in a conceptual box
Try so hard to undercover the locks
God cant hear the knocks
But no one can get in whos burdened with sin
Whos stuck in the wolves den
In dirty mucky waters
Searching for answers in blotters
Swaying back and forth like teeter-totters
Callem what you will I call em roboters
Chewing on empty fodders
Heavy clodders causing pain on their way
Just seekin rusty coarse pleasure
Their suffering treasure
Pulling out the ruler and numbers to measure
Pain staking theory
Is the system of the dreary
Everywhere they go always weary claiming they know
Always ready to tell you so
Their mind caught every time the wind will blow
Following streams till they cycle back around the wheel
Seeking anything the I can feel
Caught up in the movie reel
In the stream of flowing form
Cling to the norm the herds debris
Social institutions and experts dictate the rules
We run on cyclical treadmills like dead mules
Cowering in pools of cubicles stacked 100 floors high
Too many caught up in their self created misery to ask why
