Through the Rhythm (Original Stereo Desk Mix)

Thru the rhythm of darkened times
 Painted black by knowledge crimes
 And repetitions pointless mime
 Instilling values the sick define
 That keeps the fabric that keeps you blind
 And ties your hands and cloaks your mind
 But on my stilts, I'm above the slime
 Come on up if you can make the climb, but who am I?
 Who am I? Who am I?
 I've smelled the stench from the fumes that rise
 From the books that rehash the same old lies
 I felt the panic that they disguise
 In the forms of laws of every size
 I've heard the teachers whine and make me drop out like flies
 But you know they teach you nonsense, cause they can't blind your eyes
 I've seen the fools gold that they pawn off as their prize
 To the average standard the norm supplies, but where am I?
 Where am I? Where am I?
 You've gobbled all the blessings they caused you to digest
 They may be hard to swallow, but they keep your tongue depressed
 Your scattered whims were born depressed
 So when something slams your chest
 You flutter about, you're sleek distressed
 And when you stop to ease your breast
 A scattered rim leaves you obsessed
 While solid thoughts are soon suppressed, but where are you?
 Oh, where are you? Hey! Where are you?
 Where are you?
 Where are you?