Out of Everything
No one's got a solution
Even if they think they do
There's no code to crack
No keys to unlock the truth
Just manipulated information
A one-sided Rubik's cube
No universal equation
No objective proof
Some people act like all the answers
Can be discovered deep down inside
But as the seasons pass by
They just get harder to find
More and more worthless excuses
More products mass produced
A lot of scapegoating other
People's points of view
Can't find an open-minded thinker
Anywhere
A preacher of the blues
There's no travel destination
Worth going to
No such thing as philosophical wisdom
Only actions humans choose
No psychedelic brew's
Gonna get someone through
Don't think the sun has
To think that much
About how it's planning to shine
Don't think the clouds have to
Justify their
Reasons for floating by
Night turns into day hey hey
No Un Chien Andalusia
No bed of roses no pleasure cruise
There's no otherworldly sensation
There's no guru
No one's here to be the savior
Only for the revenue
No one's gonna make it better
No religion too
Because it's all been appropriated
Sold out and commodified
Acculturated and overhyped
Then institutionalized
Even one's honest attempt
At searching for what's true
It's just another way to pass the time
Like getting sucked into a ruse
Night turns into day hey hey
Hey hey
Even if they think they do
There's no code to crack
No keys to unlock the truth
Just manipulated information
A one-sided Rubik's cube
No universal equation
No objective proof
Some people act like all the answers
Can be discovered deep down inside
But as the seasons pass by
They just get harder to find
More and more worthless excuses
More products mass produced
A lot of scapegoating other
People's points of view
Can't find an open-minded thinker
Anywhere
A preacher of the blues
There's no travel destination
Worth going to
No such thing as philosophical wisdom
Only actions humans choose
No psychedelic brew's
Gonna get someone through
Don't think the sun has
To think that much
About how it's planning to shine
Don't think the clouds have to
Justify their
Reasons for floating by
Night turns into day hey hey
No Un Chien Andalusia
No bed of roses no pleasure cruise
There's no otherworldly sensation
There's no guru
No one's here to be the savior
Only for the revenue
No one's gonna make it better
No religion too
Because it's all been appropriated
Sold out and commodified
Acculturated and overhyped
Then institutionalized
Even one's honest attempt
At searching for what's true
It's just another way to pass the time
Like getting sucked into a ruse
Night turns into day hey hey
Hey hey
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Weatherly
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