Standard (EADGBE)
repeat
Thru the rhythm of darkened times
Painted black by knowledge crimes
And repetitions from this crime
And steering valleys the sick define
That keeps the fabric that keeps you bind
and ties your hands and cloaks your mind
But on my stilts, I'm above the slime
Come on, well, if you can make the climb, but who am I?
Who am I? Who am I?
My stilts are sticks from the fields that rise
From the books that we had teach the same old lies
I felt the panic that bathed the skies
And the forms of laws of every size
And you know the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies
But you know they teach you nonsense, but they can't blind your eyes
I feel the field is gold that torn off as the pride
To the Everest standard that calms for pride, well where am I?
Where am I? Where am I?
You gobbled all the blessings that they caused you to digest
They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
Your scattered wills were born to pressed
So when something slams your chest
You flutter about, you're sleek distressed
And when you stop to ease your breast
A scattered rim beast you're obsessed
Was fallin' thoughts of who's the best, but where are you?
OHHHHHHHHH Where are you? HEY! Where are you?
Ad lib on "Where are you" same cord prog.