Painted blue across my eyes. And tied the linen on. And I'm on my way. Looking for the paradigm. So I can pass it off. Is it on my side. Is to the sky looking to the sky and down. Searching for a ground with my good eye closed. If I took you for a ride. Would you take it wrong. Or would you make it right. Looking for a pedestal. That I can put you on. And be on my way. Is to the sky looking to the sky and down. Searching for a ground with my good eye closed. Stop you're trying to bruise my mind. I can do it on my own. Stop you're trying to kill my time. It's been my death since I was born. I don't remember have the time. If I'm hiding or I'm lost. But I'm on my way