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