Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is
Turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling lika ten
Helicopters wheeling and you’re gonna hit the ceiling lika a mallet on
A bell, hey, blenderhead, they’re starting to ask questions, your
Transgressions ar a danger flashing sign, challenge conventions and
Radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels curn your blenderhead,
Tally up the gleaming ventured on a wishing well, each shining trinket
H as a story it can tell, your moments pining like those tales all
Intertwining can become the rusted lining of a deep neglected shell,
Hey, blenderhead, you ask so many questions, your confusion’s a life-
Affirming sign, break from tradition and carry on with valor and feel
Those flywheels churn you blenderhead
