Haylar Garcia - Bleached White lyrics

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 who*es 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