Thru The Rhythm (The Psychedelic Sounds Of)

Through the rhythm of darkened time
Painted black by knowledge crimes
And repetitions pointless mime
Instilling values the sick define
That weaves the fabric that keeps you blind
And ties your hands and cloaks your mind
But on my stilts I´m above slime
Come on up if you can make the climb but who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?

I've smelt the stench from the fumes that rise
From the books that rehash the same old lies
I felt the panic that they disguise
In the forms of laws of every size
I've heard the teachers whine and make you drop out like flies
But you know they're teaching nonsense, 'cause they catch you on your eyes
I have seen the fool's gold they pawn off as their prize
To the average standard the norm applies but whenever

You gobble all the blessings they tossed you to digest
They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
Your scattered whims were born depressed
So when something slams your chest
You flutter about your sleep distressed
And then you stop to ease your breast
scattered rim leaves you obsessed
While solid thoughts are soon suppressed
But where are you? Where are you? Hey, Where are you?