Whacked Out

The temple's dark I have no flashlight I pull apart Just like I'm wrapped tight The boulevard is never lit at night I pull apart Like I just downed the cyanide How many times can I tell the same story Wrap the words around like a candy-cane barbershop I'm not here to cut your hair I'm just here to release your head And if you're not into it Say not interested I'm just dead Feeling no-oh, no-oh Nothings coming out like oh no Inspiration must strike like a blow Or release to the flow of the universal pattern that gives me what I know Water the garden and get out before it consumes you That is life, we're just like a season of flower Lose you when you die Will you come out again? I don't want to tell lies But I have a feeling you will, my friend So must realize this is temporary jaundice on a joint If you can't get out, you must be annoyed I feel like nothing else is worth saying I'm just playing a game called life If you playing with me, won't you be my wife? Just kidding, it's just a game, nothing is real Its all insane rules we made up