[Lyric] Bleached White (Daddy Bruce Lee)

I could have sworn last night
I saw a satellite
Staring down on top of me
A cybernetic eye
Wandering and lonely
Bored stiff out in orbit
Making an attempt to be friendly

And I've come to believe
That every boundary has an outer reach
That the speeches are mostly fairy tales
And nothing cleans like bleach
It makes our clouds blue
And our sky white
Our illusive solutions living and bright
Not to mention it's effect on the parasite

[Hook: Daddy Bruce Lee and Dawn Cheairs]
Prepare to be washed away from the scheme of things
Prepare to be particles from the past
Vanity: the undisputed sport of kings
Prepare to be obsolete at last
Yesterday in the midst of an argument
I found irrefutable proof to the myth
That I do not care
A document of thought
Trapped in my head next to the blood clot
Made itself known
And now I guess I'm aware

And I've come to believe
That the Yellow Brick Road is evil
A dead end stacked full of smiling faces
That once may have belong to people

They were martyrs and presidents
Dictators, poets, know-it-alls and residents
Of dysfunction, junkies and their parents

[Hook: Daddy Bruce Lee and Dawn Cheairs]
Prepare to be washed away from the scheme of things
Prepare to be particles from the past
Vanity: the undisputed sport of kings
Prepare to be obsolete at last

Well it's all out there
Embrace your space
And see your face without fear
Cause it's a causal effect
When you connect and elect
To protect to save your neck
I could have sworn last night I saw a satellite
Cause there was a charge in the air
And a message from somewhere out there
And then it spoke to me like a shower
Of knowledge and meaning streaming all over me

And I guess there's a possibility
That I might be dead wrong
And come to think of it
It may be likely

There's been many times on this earth
When I've been obliged to just shut the hell up
But that's contrary to what the satellite has been telling me

And I concur that by far
The world is mainly full of freaks
On a vehicle in the void
Paranoid that we're about to spring some leaks
Pedophiles and bad metaphors cheap storylines
Designs and whores
Outlining our strangest homicides
Behind the safety of closed doors

[Daddy Bruce Lee and Dawn Cheairs]
Prepare to be washed away from the scheme of things
Prepare to be particles from the past
Prepare to be... undisputed... and obsolete... obsolete
And somehow now I've developed a way to see in 3-D
A sensitivity in me that may free my practicality
The err of my way that I won't admit or will not say
Concerning that shade of bleach white today
Come on friendly satellite give me an X-ray

[Daddy Bruce Lee and Dawn Cheairs]
Prepare to be washed away from the scheme of things
Prepare to be particles from the past
Vanity: the undisputed sport of kings
Prepare to be obsolete at last

Washed away from the scheme of things
Particles from the past
The undisputed sport of kings
Obsolete at last

Washed away from the scheme of things
Particles from the past
The undisputed sport of kings
Obsolete at last

Washed away, washed away, washed away, washed away
Washed away from the, washed away from the scheme of things