I don't know, but I've been told, the rainbow's gold - it has been sold
My truth grows old, so please lend me a hand to escape the false reality which affects me
Rejects me, all I wish to do is to interpret life correctly, to it I'm bound
So profound, because it's the neon undeground - of my mind
Thoughts stumbling blind, I chew and I grind, on wisdom, smart additions
I walk the distance, search for answers and get caught up in a cyclone
My subconscious hides codes, it's like my mind interacts in a dozen
different timezones
All my precious microbes - slept with lady luck in an hazy spastic fever
Then she said I had to leave her, took up nature's iron cleaver
Cut clean a million beavers, but at least their bodies secure the dam from chaos

In the end it doesn't pay off, often leaves depressed one's squeezing out their vein sauce
Heavy weight loss, then they die of despair, perish as young
Had it on the tip of the tongue, somehow they could foresee what would happen
Our soul is just nappin', we usually can't discover the actual cage that were trapped in
Packing, but don't have a clue where we're going, no-showing
Constant axe-throwing on man that's out rowing, he's the goal of my strife
A flip of the knife, trying and trying but you can't stab down shadows like men
They're born from within, expand as we sin, hidden facts beneath the skin
The blur always wins, as we pass out to the reality of our subconscious again

My friends, every human is a basket case, a vast disgrace to what they wanted us to be in the first place
Waste of space, gin and lace, we crave drugs and sex in so fucking various ways
The unborn pays,divinity in mimicry, it hasn't got acceptance
Nor resemblance, we'd still be bastards even if we had ten MORE amendments!
Oh sister, brother - we're all scarred and ugly in a way or another
We cry and we stutter, seek comfort from eachother when we feel we've been smuthered
I beg nature, mother, step out forth and show me the road
The future's untold, a blackened seed has been sown, deep in my well
I must break this spell, before we climb on a beanstock leading straight down to hell

...and I don't know, but I've been told...the streets down there are paved with gold...
So where do you think your rainbow leads if you have no will to follow it?