Flying through a dark prismatic tunnel on a carousel, the earth is turning and you know it very well, your mind is reeling like ten helicopters wheeling and you're gonna hit the ceiling like a mallet on a bell
Hey blenderhead They're starting to ask questions, your transgressions are a danger flashing sign challenge conventions and radiate your splendor and feel those flywheels churn on your blenderhead
Tally up the gleaming ventured in a wishing well each shining trinket has 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 your blenderhead