Thru The Rhythm - The 13th Floor Elevators

Thru the rhythm of darkened times

Painted black by knowledge crimes

And repetitions pointless mime

Instilling values the sick define

That keeps the fabric that keeps you blind

And ties your hands and cloaks your mind

But on my stilts, I’m above the slime

Come on up if you can make the climb, but who am I?

Who am I?

Who am I?

I’ve smelled 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 me drop out like flies

But you know they teach you nonsense, cause they can’t blind your eyes

I’ve seen the fools gold that they pawn off as their prize

To the average standard the norm supplies, but where am I?

Where am I?

Where am I?

You’ve gobbled all the blessings they caused 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, you’re sleek distressed

And when you stop to ease your breast

A scattered rim leaves you obsessed

While solid thoughts are soon suppressed, but where are you?

Oh, where are you?

Hey!

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?